I sit upon a swing
an old tyre tied
to the towering gum tree
all the leaves hustle and push
to get a peek
of silly old me
legs reaching the sky
head tilted back
as the breeze rushed on by
weaving through my hair
I swing on the old tyre swing
legs kicking high
a moment I shall remember
in years to come
when a grown man swinging on an old tyre swing
will be frowned upon
nor will I be able to kick the ground
and launch into he sky
and I swing higher and higher
not yet aware what this moment means
or the echo of my smile
I am just a child
upon a silly swing.

(Image courtesy of madpoet_one on flicker: http://www.flickr.com/photos/madpoet_one/)

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s