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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stop hogging the swing Judy I want a ride...lol...awesomeness.

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Judy Ponceby
Judy Ponceby

Swanton, OH



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