Swinging
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Juan Olivarez
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Swinging your feet so very high,
Staring up at the clear blue sky.
Feeling like a child again,
Holding tightly to the chains.
Swinging through the fragrant air,
Waving goodbye to all your cares.
Watching as birds fly on the wing,
Listening as they stop to sing.
Swinging away into the night,
No better place, than the front porch light.
Swinging your feet so very high,
Staring up at the evening sky.
(8/4/11-Alton Texas)
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