THE SWING

Back and forth and swinging free,

The little boy enjoys all he sees,

He holds tight to the chains so tense,

Goes forward, goes back, and then again,

Higher and higher, the swing does go,

Soon he loses sight of all below,

On the backswing he so rushes on,

All the green ground he spies upon,

At the top of the arc he hangs – so brief,

Changes course – rushes back – relief,

The moment on the end of the swing,

When gravity no longer clings,

Is how the swing brings joy to him,

The freedom from tension and chains do dim,

Flightless in life – but finding flight,

The swingset brings happiness to him tonight,

For a moment or two  in each swinging pass,

For this lad – happiness can last,

Oh, to be that boy again!

Swinging freely – free from chain!

PTR May 2, 2010