Here's another earlier poem of mine, that really takes me back. Isn't memory an amazing thing? If I close my eyes, I am on that swing, going higher and higher.
My feet push against the earth
The swing takes me up
To blue sky and then back again
Toes striking the soft, dusty brown earth
Reaching for the sky
Imagination taking flight with the seagulls,
The robins, the wild geese
Grandma calls, “Dinner”
Releasing the chains I fly through
The air for an instant
Then feet connect firmly with the ground and
I go running back to reality and the mundane
© 11JAN2010 ajjahner
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