Swing

Sights of summer  swinging

to and fro

blue sky up

ground below

As a child I would sing-shout,

exploding my words

through the windwall pressed

against the swing and I

wanting it to carry me away

yet I stayed connected to the set.

 

About Poetry Road/Marty Goes to Mars

Poetry storage, genealogy research and tribute to my grandson with Down Syndrome . Creativity is my outlet--expressions in acrylics, accomplished quilter , doll maker and writer. Please visit my shop sites. Thank you for stopping in!
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