Sunday Scribblings #198 - The Good Old Days

For this prompt, I decided to use a poem.  It expresses just a small moment in my "good old days" memories, but one I remember so vividly.  I imagined flying right out of the swing into the beautiful autumn sky.  A happy coincidence was finding this song, "Dream" by Priscilla Ahn, which goes along the same theme.  Before selecting "play" remember to go to the top of my page and pause my Playlist selections.




Here's my poem:

Taking Flight

My feet push against the earth

Higher, higher

The swing takes me up

To blue sky and then back again

Toes striking the soft, dusty brown earth

Pushing, pushing

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

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"Taking Flight" Copyright January 11, 2010 ajj