"the seesaw"

Back, forth and forth and back
Sings the metal seesaw rack
Creaking the boisterous bolts loud,
And louder still the higher up allowed.
The sound of the sweet seesaw feel;
Springing with squeaks and squeals
Beating bandits in the Wild West
On their mare with a cowboy vest
And suddenly yell, “thar she blows.”
The steed now a ship; they row, row, row
To get to land to get their treasure to…
But mom calls, “It’s time to go.”
And saddened left alone the seesaw,
Slowly creaking to a still silencing awe
But back and forth and forth and back
Again sings the metal seesaw rack.





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