Brynn Fier


Swingset Wings - Poem by Brynn Fier

I'm all alone
Sitting on the swings
I leap off
And grow wings

I fly to the sun
It's hotter then hell
But to me, it's heaven
Until I fell

My lungs are scorched
By breathing the hot air
The pain blisters my skin
But I don't care

I'm really sitting on the swingset
Imagining what it's like to fly
I never left the swings
But my wings keep me flying high


Comments about Swingset Wings by Brynn Fier

  • Rookie Michael Fischer (5/9/2007 10:48:00 PM)

    Good work...An enjoyable read for me!
    -Michael (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 9, 2007

Poem Edited: Thursday, February 24, 2011


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