Friday, June 8, 2007

Swinging.

The girl swinging in the tree,
waiting, and watching.
For that which is inevitably coming.
She gives her feet a push,
and away she flys,
sailing through the sky.
But the experience is shortlived,
as she comes swinging down,
but no matter,
cuz as she gives herself another push;
she goes sailing once again

3 comments:

Alyssa. said...

ohhh, i like this one.

somehow it reminds me of..... hmm. let me think. a certain time at the park? in the dark. no can see.

oh what fun we had! i think none can experience swinging the same until they've done it blind: the whole way thru. there was just something about it. :)

loveyou!

whispers said...

Oooo! that was way too much fun. we have to do it again... soon, very soon. I loved the feeling of [literally] flying through the air... and you couldn't see anything... so it was like floating:).
And you know what's really weird? I actually wrote this poem Before last night... it was that one idea that i told you about on the end of that facebook message. Anyway... it totally fits last night! and that's crazy... cuz i certainly didn't know we'd be going swinging:)

iloveyoumore(er)!

Jingo said...

Swings... I haven't been on one since I was ten...

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