Snared within its spidery web, <br /> Back and forth we gently sway, <br /> Your little head upon my arm <br /> Oblivious of the passing day, <br /> Resting in the hammock's fold <br /> Because you're young... and I, too old. <br /> <br /> If old were suddenly young again! <br /> If time could only swing like this! <br /> Rejuvenated, reversing course... <br /> But all would end in chaos, not bliss. <br /> <br /> Caught inside this pendulum ride, <br /> You cradled snugly by my side, <br /> I dare not move ... you soundly sleep. <br /> My pillowed arm begins to ache, <br /> But that's all right. Too soon you wake, <br /> And soon I sleep ... and sleep ... and sleep.<br /><br />Harry Haigh<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-hammock/
