Soaring through the air
Back and forth I swing
Reaching for the sun's glare,
Listening to the wind sing.
Finally reaching maximum height,
I wait until the top then sling,
Kicking forward with all my might,
Sending my shoe forward flying.
It cuts through the air,
Twirling towards the clouds
Before slipping its way down
To the leafy green crowds,
Brief freedom from gained from luck,
Requiring force but still getting stuck.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice use of imagery...and you end it on a high. Last two lines are nice. :)