In The Swing Poem by Randy McClave

In The Swing



When we were younger we pushed each other on the swings
We would push so hard until in the sky we could see all things,
Once I was pushed so high, I could almost touch the birds in the sky
Then I fell out of my swing, now I am up in the sky, wearing my wings.

Randy L. McClave

Thursday, August 14, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: death
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Randy McClave

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Ashland, Kentucky
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