The Swing

The Swing

A Poem by Judy Ponceby

Take a seat and push with your feet.
Feel the smooth, rocking glide.

Pump your legs hard and fast.
Hold on tight to the chains.

As you rise higher, ever higher
Reach out and touch the clear blue sky.

Rush through the air, defy gravity.
Lean back against the forward motion

And feel the sheer 
                             joy
                                   of
                                       being.

© 2011 Judy Ponceby


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Today's technology kids might not understand such ancient fun, but boy, I sure do. When I was young, most every front yard tree had a swing in it.

Posted 8 Years Ago


In this lovely, child-like little work, Judy, the reader felt that "sheer joy of being" you.
What a precious gift you are to this, or any, website!


Posted 8 Years Ago


I felt free reading this, also made me feel like a child again.

Posted 8 Years Ago


Wow! Defying gravity like that one song.

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Posted 8 Years Ago


Ok, it's been a few years since i've been on a swing, but your words brought back all that freedom and joy of flying! Thank you for sharing that pure delight!

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Posted 8 Years Ago


This is a fabulous piece! I'm usually just doing the pushing of others (Kids, you know how it goes) and I almost forget the pure thrill of such a simple thing as swinging. Thanks, because you just reminded me of that and just how easy it is to find joy in the little things.

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Posted 8 Years Ago


Yesssssssssssssss .. what a wonderfully happy experience! Oh grief, i want to go find a swing this very moment. Thank you for reminding me how fantastic it can be on a swing it's almost like flight, a gasp a second.

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Posted 8 Years Ago


its just about at this point that motion sickness hits in ..... love your poem and i always would get to that bit where i was feeling free and then oh dear i think i need to stop .... x brill write ......................many blessings

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Posted 8 Years Ago


Perfect in form and the sheer joy of the swing--you have captured both here Judy! What a pleasure it is to read your work.

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Posted 8 Years Ago


ah the joys of swings.this took me back to a childhood memory of watching my brother trying swing higher and higher until he flew back into the frame of the swing badly cutting his head.he learnt his lesson after that, lol

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Posted 8 Years Ago



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Judy Ponceby

Swanton, OH



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