swings childhood growing up
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I am old and worn blue plastic, with rusty metal chainsI sit and wait in the soothing sounds of nature.Here, you come to find solace in me.I swing you up high in the sky, ignoring the ache in my joints,
Alone she sat
under the tree
swinging on her swing.
Heart full of glee
look into her eyes
and you will never see
the destruction that encases her
leaving her trembling.
Alone she sat
under the tree
swinging on her swing.
Heart full of glee
look into her eyes
and you will never see
the destruction that encases her
leaving her trembling.
In my backyard there is a swing set. For years it was used constantly. I’d get home from school, drop my bags, and run. Winter, summer spring, and fall I’d be outside, swinging. Those days are long gone.
