My Swing Poem by David Darbyshire

My Swing

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Swinging on my swing
Not thinking about anything
Kick my feet high in the air
Feeling fine not a care

The breeze in my hair
Sun on my freckled face
Leaves almost touching my toes
What a wonderful place

The solitude of my swaying swing
Means more to me than anything
I could sit here all day long
And just swing and swing and swing

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