It's a writing prompt using 110 words only and this photo...
more photos if you like.
more photos if you like.
Join Jenny for Saturday Centus.
In a swing?
I like to swing to the sky
Into the trees
Like flying
Through the tree limbs
If you just try
A little harder
Move your legs
Just a little more
You can soar
With the birds
Nothing can touch you
When you swing to the sky
Other days
I swing softly
And ponder
The color of grass
The ant crawling by
Or I like to twist the chain
Until I’m dizzy and
Nothing looks the same
Then stand up
To see
If I’m strong enough
To steady my world again
How do you like
Shadow portrait of present and past
22 comments:
Very nicely done.
Have a terrific day. :)
You just took me back to my childhood!
I love your swing poem.
Lynne x
well done well done... this one i fully understand. i love to swing. but not way UP... I love to swing gently, back and forth and to listen the the ehhhhh ehhhhhhh ehhhhhhh ehhhhh of the chain as i push softly with one foot.
Well done ! I like swings ! Thanks for sharing ! Have a good day !
i like this a lot.
Nicely done, indeed. I still love swings.
This poem was really nice. It reminded me of a song on a record my parents used to play for me and my siblings to help us get to sleep. The song was from a poem by Robert Louis Stephenson, and started almost the same way. Wonderful memories. Thanks!
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I just looked it up, and found those are the exact words in the first line. The poem is called "The Swing."
Just loved this poem, Gail. It seems ewe are kind of on the same page today.
=)
Hi Gail ~~ Nice poem. It reminds me of swinging, most all of us Tave done that. I swang(!!) a couple of days ago when I took the granddaughter to the playground.
There was a boy in the sixth grade who was swinging with his friends. They would all go high and jump out. This boy fell wrong and broke his arm. He missed some of his reading practice with Adi (our beagle dog, a reading therapy dog) but still got back soon enough so he could catch up and pass his state reading test.
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now I want to go to the park
Good job, Gail! :-)
Such a pretty tribute to swinging, which growing up was one of my favorite things to do. Still do too!
I remember those days long ago. Wish I could revisit them!
Thanks for visiting Undead in the Netherworld and commenting on our teammate Dolly's post.
Wish we had a tree big enough for a swing! Darn!
Another good one! :)
til nothing looks the same...that is what swinging does...it changes our perspective...even when we are just sitting on one...love the little pondering of the ant...i think there is something there you know...
I wanna swing in that swing Gail! We have the usual tire swing here. Too small for me at this point. *sigh*
You described exactly what it is like for me to sit on a swing, which is something I have not done in too long a time. I must find a reason to do so and get away with it. Thank you for sharing that poem.
Well done! Love the pic at the end - and that you look at ants.
what a brilliant take on the prmpt
I was into the swinging and then the "me" of me went into the twirling and my tummy lost it . . .
Very good Gail!
Bravo!
BRAVO!!!!
Thanks for the reminder that we are always strong enough...
If only we can remember that!
Really brilliant writing.
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