The Swingby Cheri Marks
How high can I go?
How far can I see?
Forever it seems
when I'm in my swing.
To the top of the trees
To the top of the wall
When I'm up this high
I can see it all.
Then I look down
to the ground below
Until I'm back up again
And away I go.
There are few pleasures from my childhood that compare to the joy of swinging. Whether it was at a park, at the school playground, or in my own backyard, I have wonderful, vivid memories of swinging.
It really is quite simple. No batteries required.
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