Summer time fun makes all children sing
A favorite pastime is to excitedly swing
Sailing back and forth gives a joyous thrill!
Gradually slowing and coming to a standstill
Revolving in one spot as the chains tightly twist
Legs stretch, and the seat rises as tautness resists
Holding on with a solid grip, fast whirling begins
The twirling stirs screaming laughter as they spin
The helicopter spiraling dizzily comes to a stop
The ground is spinning; stay steady, don’t dropp
Finally the surroundings are focusing clearly
Now, swing high and touch the clouds… nearly
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
haha, nearly. if only, if only. fun, swinging is fun :)