Swinging Poem by Marilyn Lott
Swinging
I loved to swing with my big brother
On an afternoon in the sun
He would stand and I would sit
Flying high, oh such fun.
I'd look up at the fluffy white clouds
The trees flew by one after another
The most amazing times I had as a child
Was swinging with my big brother.
Sunday, September 16, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: fun,kid,siblings,brother
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