Up and down
With fairy wings
A dance of life
Continues on and on.
We mowed and hayed this section to spread the prairie love on a new area.
My uncle was a plumber, having his own business out of their home. With new work came the old pipes he took out and stacked in the back of their acreage.One day he decided to build a swing set for all the kids to play on. This wasn't something he had ever done before, and surprised all who came to watch his work of art grow. It wasn't going to be lessened by the swings at the park, his would be just as big if not bigger than many. A glider seat was made from old metal tractor seats, huge for us to sit on, but fun to offer more to our imaginations while playing. The top of the support was over twenty feet tall and a thrill to get the swings going up high. With four swings, a trapeze , rings and a glider this swing set could hold both families. We flew jet aircraft, raced to the stars, and even assembled as a family playing house. The glider became horses and we often were members of a famous circus act on the trapeze and rings. Hours were spent on this work of art.
What a pleasure it was to see this tinier version of a swing set in my travels. I wanted to watch the kids come and play, reliving old memories. When I have seen friends wrestle with the commercially produced sets I often ask them what they are going to do with all the leftover nuts and bolts that were left out. The swings could never fly as high as the one I played on at my aunt's and uncle's home. A few at the parks rivaled them and were always reminders of the huge one put together by my uncle. Going back years later, the city had moved around their rural home and I was saddened to see the swings gone, with a home built where they once were. I laughed thinking about the labor of love slowly being taken apart, and how heavy all the pieces were that made this creation.