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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