My little nephew Kevin
is riding on the swing set
Muscling and thumping
the wooden saddle
Like a jockey in the derby
Arcing to equipoise while
Showing the bottoms
of his feet to the moon
Up and down
Back and forth
Suspended from above
Now almost a revolution!
And a free fall from
the forest canopy
Free falling to earth
Then free speeding to the crowns
of the trees again
He is silent in reverie...
until he shouts wow wee at the sky
Wow wee!
I am sitting under a pine tree
drinking coffee...
And shout wow wee at the sky
Wow wee!
A playful poem... I feel the joy and abandon in these words, Jimi. Totally uninhibited fun..........I like this one very much. Love, Fran xx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
one of my favourite poems..we all need to see more of the sky...look upwards more..makes me remember what it was like when i was a girl..Excellent Jimi! I love it! !