Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Boy On A Swing

There was a boy on a swing
And everyday he would go out and play
From dawn till dusk his feet in the air
This land of freedom he spent all day

I spy with my little eye
This little boy on a swing
drumming and chatting with friend
but friend doesn't want play thing

Thinking alone of what to say
Performance on swing brings peace
But shocks in the knee cause epiphany
Rubbing against the ropes

Snapping crackling and popping
the rhythm of a horse galloping in the wind

First written April 19, 2006 (I think I may have had a little inspiration from that morning's Rice Krispies)

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