Wooden plank,
Afixed with corded rope,
To the thickest of branches
On the grand oak.
Majestic tree
Stands alone, 
Meadow center.

Toes point skyward,
Through shadows cast
Like dancing clouds
As the swing cuts
Stifling summer air
And bare feet brush
Course field grasses.

Bright purple finger tips
Give testimony to the
Origins of scratched legs,
Stained shirts and lips. 
Blackberry brambles and
Miner's lettuce,  
A feast found.

New daffodils planted
Each spring,
Ringing grand oak
In swaths of yellow 
Brighter than the sun overhead.
Drawing us always into
Meadow Center.