Come And Hop On A Waving Swing Poem by Nero CaroZiv

Come and hop on a waving swing
Be a child again, be once more the world king
Come, sway and play your childish days, let them whatever think
Slide into the morning chilly and wanton wind

Chase the nimble acrobatic birds in the skies
On the way down do not close your eyes
Open them wide and breathe the favorite air
A feeling of freedom encapsulate whole you with no worries or care

Leave your troubles and anguish behind
See how wonderful is the world from a swaying swing
Treat yourself with past years so sweet and kind
Hear again the choir of happy birds in play; the joy they can bring

On a swaying swing, remember your past days at school
What was the reason the teacher called you: 'You dammed fool'
She was so cold, slightly old and too frigid to tell
Your craving for the swing as you wait for the sound of the bell

Why hesitate, would you not like to go up in a swing?
Up in the soothing air so blue in vaults of hue
Oh, I do recall it the most pleasant and rewarding thing
Ever as a child you can dream or do!

Up and high in the rushing air
To the point that your stomach can bare
Let trees and meadows rush to your face
See the world glory swaying in neat grace

Surge and burst over earth and sky
Let your soul be as free as a bird on high
On the way down your legs scuffle the turf brown
As your summer days of childhood pass by

Would you not again like to go up in a swing,
Up in your childhood air so distill and pure blue?
Oh, I do think it must be ever beguiling thing
That every child in a man can repeat and do!

Up in the air and over the school wall,
Till you can see so the world so enchanting wide,
Rivers and trees, cattle and sheep all
Over the vast meadow and countryside

You would see down again on the garden green,
Up on the roof so rusty red brown
Up in the air you go flying again like you had been
Up in the air and to the ground down!

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