FREE ESSAY ON THE SWING

THE SWING

every summer i go to my grandpa's house
it was when i was six years old that we 
first took the walk across the old bridge
that bridge was a special bridge 
i had always known the river was there, but not like this
it was a nice walk to the river with grandpa
that river was a special river 
i could tell by the look in his eyes that today was a 
special day
grandpa pointed to an old tree that wasn't far from
the bridge
it was a special tree
at first it was scary, but the more i looked at it, 
the more wisdom it seemed to hold (just like grandpa)
grandpa showed me an old swing and set me on it
he told me about all the hard work he had done to make it 
and it made me feel proud to sit on it
it was on that same swing that grandpa asked grandma
to marry him
this swing was a special swing
he talked and i listened- it was the first time i 
had really listened to what grandpa had to say
we spent the whole afternoon down by the swing
grandpa told me that that was where daddy had broken his arm
this swing meant a lot to grandpa and i love him