Seated on the blue plastic,
Begging my sister to lend a hand,
“Push me higher,” I yell.
She launches me forward.
Then I take over.
I grip my hands tighter on the chains,
Use my legs to pump for energy,
Forcing the swings to go higher and higher,
So high I feel I can touch the sky
With its cotton clouds
And bright yellow sun,
Smiling its 1000-megawatt smile.
I watch the planes and birds as they fly by,
Pretending I can grab a feather or two,
Only to sail backwards.
WHOOSH
Turning my back towards the hovering blue,
Soon I’m flying forward again
To be greeted by
The sun,
The clouds,
The birds.
WHOOSH