The Park Swing

Playing on the park swing
Was so much fun to me
Riding up high was a big thing
Near the top of the big oak tree

Pumping my legs made me go high
With anticipation into the air
I always seemed to touch the sky
Smiling each time without a care

Remembering the park swing
Makes my heart fill with joy
The ropes, wood that always bring
Thoughts of the park swing toy

 

© Shirley Brittenum

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