Treasure Island

Cassidy Fohs


My Swinging Story


I swing in the breeze
My toes touch the trees
I fly up into the air
The wind blows my hair
I loosen my grip
I hope I don't slip
I go up and down
So far I'm safe and sound
As i start to descend
I hope this doesn't end
This sense of freedom I feel
It's very surreal
As I start to slip
I try to get a tight grip
This sense of flying I feel
It's turned very real
But instead of staying in the air
I fall on the ground that is bare
I thought I was flying
I almost died trying
But only if they'd see
It felt great to be free
I feel from a large height
I also saw the light
I might get hurt they said
I came back from the dead
The first thing i'll do
Swing for an hour or two
My parents are mad
They think swinging is bad
But I like the breeze in the air
And life without care

Submitted: Thursday, May 09, 2013
Edited: Friday, May 10, 2013

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