Poem: On a Swing – 15/12/19

 Me on a swing,
 How much I feel so gloriously young and free.
  
 The air rushes against my face,
 Breathless I am, breathtaking, I am amazed,
 At how simple a pleasure can be.
  
 When I swing high and low and higher still,
 And my tippie toes reach, reach, reach, inches higher, 
 More, moreeeee, 
 I feel I can break the record for rising the highest
 I will achieve this, no one will dare deny it
  
 At the lowest point I push my weight forward
 Like a souffle I suddenly explode forth, 
 My interior brimming with pride at the honour 
 I have achieved this little daily pleasure.
  
 I disembark, I shall reach greater heights another day.
 © 2019 Lauren M. Hancock 
also known as Alice Well. All rights reserved. 

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