St. Frances Cabrini Academy

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.
Turning my back towards the hovering blue,
Soon I’m flying forward again
To be greeted by
The sun,
The clouds,
The birds.