Happy Swing.

by sfiawong   Jun 5, 2006


How do you feel to play up on a swing,
up in the air so cool!

My heart nearly jumped out,
when up higher, but I feel
myself high-swelling.

Up to the edge of a hut,
then I immediately can see far away.

Flying birds, green trees and the sea shore.
I dare not to loose either hand,
although a beautiful butterfly flies near me.

I press the board move up again,
when I see the green grasses under my feet.

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  • 17 years ago

    by MudkipzPlx

    I loved this poem. I thought it was good. Great Job.

  • 17 years ago

    by Catherine

    This made no sense to me, but that could be because I'm listening to an incredibly sad song and that could distract me...

  • 17 years ago

    by Darien

    You are a master of your craft my friend. Truely you are.

    • 6 years ago

      by sfiawong

      Mr. Darien, are you still staying in this poems net? It is a very long time after 2006 since you appeared.