Valsa George


Swings Of Life


With the peak of spring in the month of May,
In the early hours of a pleasantly sunlit day,
Two kids sat cuddled on a swing,
Feeling as though they were taking on wing.

Swinging in the air, they began to sing;
Their sweet lay breaking the silence with its ring.
They kicked their legs in rising delight
And felt like thistledowns ever so light.

Going up and coming down was fun.
They closed the eyes when face to face with the sun.
They felt the swish and sway of the buoyant air,
And knew the light tug of breeze on their hair.

As the air got caught in the frills of their frock,
Their eyes gleamed bright in delightful spark.
They imagined, they are astronauts in space,
And an ebullient excitement lit up their face.

From a raised angle, they saw the Earth in green folds lie.
They watched the surrounding hills standing awfully high.
They saw a small stream flowing as a slow moving train,
And the trees lined up on its banks in unbroken chain.

Longingly I watched these children free of all worry and pain
Also their aerial feats not tainted by any melancholy stain
How I miss these childhood days of innocent fun,
As my hours, towards the sunset quickly run!

Submitted: Saturday, August 17, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, December 31, 2014

Topic of this poem: life


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Inspired by Robert Louis Stevenson's poem - The Swing!

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  • Gold Star - 22,384 Points Akhtar Jawad (10/30/2014 2:36:00 AM)

    It's always wonderful to write a poem on kids, and if a poetess like Valsa writes it, not only Valsa all the readers go back in their care free childhood............10 (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 815 Points Om Chawla (8/28/2013 1:47:00 AM)

    What a lovely remembrance of childhood days. We cannot relive our past though Diane Hine seems to be somewhat lucky. (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 4,069 Points Hazel Durham (8/23/2013 6:11:00 AM)

    The delightful and pure innocence of children at play in their imaginary world without a care in the world. We the onlookers wish we could go back to those carefree days!
    Superb write! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 212 Points Dee Corpolongo (8/22/2013 8:02:00 AM)

    This poem is so beautifully described, and brought back the moments of many years ago, feeling that air brush at my face, remembering times of a happier place, when life was so much easier then. Thank you for such a momentary feeling enjoyed with a smile! This is an amazing write of pure delight! (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 4,834 Points Savita Tyagi (8/21/2013 9:21:00 PM)

    Lovely poem. Brought back all the memories of childhood. Savan ke Jhoole and barish ki phuhar! (Report) Reply

  • Silver Star - 3,051 Points Valerie Dohren (8/21/2013 8:34:00 AM)

    Sweet memories of childhood Valsa, beautifully written. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 267 Points David Wood (8/20/2013 5:12:00 AM)

    The years of innocence when children can play happily. A lovely poem. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 37,621 Points Aftab Alam Khursheed (8/19/2013 9:09:00 PM)

    Children they are not priest but keepeth God on the lap and they always try to mingle with the nature they are the great priest.....nice poem (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 3,070 Points Diane Hine (8/19/2013 8:51:00 PM)

    Valsa, there's a park a twenty minute walk from my home which has wonderful swings and I often have a swing (when there are no children around) . Honestly, it's every bit as much fun as when you're a child and you're never too old. Delightful poem! (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 1,120 Points Sekharan Pookkat (8/19/2013 8:07:00 PM)

    Back to my childhood days and remembered my friends too- well done (Report) Reply

  • Silver Star - 9,695 Points Heather Wilkins (8/19/2013 9:59:00 AM)

    the swing of life goes up and down sometimes it throws us out. a good write (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 606 Points Kavya . (8/19/2013 5:50:00 AM)

    amazing poem, liked a lot! and so true...........the children on the swing are free from the worldly worries and tensions, they enjoy their life til they attain the stage of adulthood........Childhood is indeed a blessing and we long to go back to those days.........but unfortunately as a child one doesnt realize and always has a desire to grow up soon! (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 3,239 Points Pradip Chattopadhyay (8/18/2013 11:09:00 AM)

    swing, swing, swing....back to childhood, riding this poem. Thanks, Valsa. (Report) Reply

  • Silver Star - 7,536 Points Geetha Jayakumar (8/18/2013 10:39:00 AM)

    Well I had a horrible experience, while playing on swing..Some one pushed me to a good height that I jumped all the way down the swing and had a great fall.. Nice to sit but never allow anyone to push.Still I enjoy a ride in swing.
    Beautiful poem reminds of childhood days. Good to relish those moments now, especially now the seasons of swings is on.....Loved it. (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 4,668 Points Tirupathi Chandrupatla (8/18/2013 8:49:00 AM)

    The poem clearly reflects the poet's experience on the swing in childhood days by observing children swinging. We all miss the innocent fun of the childhood days as we grow older. We should still be able to swing in our thoughts. Thank you for a beautiful poem. (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 1,554 Points Dinesh Nair (8/18/2013 8:30:00 AM)

    Past is gone,
    Present is fleeting and
    Future is vague......

    But here is a gone life that has not left you indeed and kudos to you for this great submission Madam Valsa. Of course, a 10 for this write is your right, Am I right? (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 603 Points Shahzia Batool (8/18/2013 7:49:00 AM)

    with this realization that childhood can be reflected upon, but can never be back, i get nostalgic...you write pure poetry..
    observation, imagination, experiences...all play their games together...
    loved this poem...

    Going up and coming down on the swing was fun.
    They closed the eyes on being face to face with the sun.
    They felt the swish and sway of the buoyant air,
    And knew the light tug of breeze on their hair. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 0 Points Aswath Raman (8/18/2013 1:19:00 AM)

    What a clean imagery ma'am! Make me want to relive my childhood again! A strong imagery and I'm sure one day they will be astronauts! (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 1,022 Points Unwritten Soul (8/17/2013 11:59:00 PM)

    You always keen painting panorama with words and imagination...if we can frame this, my critic will be a mirror to protect its beauty! _Soul (Report) Reply

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