Day Swing

July 20, 2009
By pianoplayer BRONZE, McHenry, Illinois
pianoplayer BRONZE, McHenry, Illinois
3 articles 14 photos 3 comments

There I am.
My dirty brown hair,
with greenish-gray eyes.
Someone is boung to have it.

I sit on the swing,
slowly moving back and forth.
I can feel the breeze
through my hair.

My swing was
that light blue color.
Chains were nicely put together
just for me.

When I am on the swing,
you think of flying.
Flying to the moon.
Maybe anywhere.

You can see
over houses.
Trees.
Maybe even over water towers.

The birds are flying.
Wind blowing.
Sun shining.
Children playing.

I just want to fly.


The author's comments:
I love to write poetry and i thought i would for the first time to put on in teen ink.

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Zero_K DIAMOND said...
on Aug. 4 2009 at 1:55 am
Zero_K DIAMOND, Moosic, Pennsylvania
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Favorite Quote:
"Life's no fun if you're not insane, otherwise you grow up to be an accountant." -Moi

I love the last line. I always feel like that when I swing.

ZERO


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