Winnie On A Swing Poem by Sheena Blackhall
Winnie On A Swing
Winnie on a Swing
Her feet touch the chimney
Where a crow is roosting
Her pigtail on the backswing
Brushes the grass,
Flicks away an aphid
Tick tock, an hour of play till sleep
She laughs softly.
The swing slices the air.
Wednesday, June 28, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: play
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4/26/2024 12:27:36 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Beautiful poem on play. Fantastic expression. Amusing one. Thanks for sharing....10