June 3, 2010
Back, forth, back, forth
Flying into the sky
Chains rattling,
And my brother giggling
Loud roar of the lawn mower,
Fills our ears like liquid

Thrust back,
Then strongly forward
My brother right behind me,
Protecting, laughing at me
Swinging so close,
To the trees
Their sweet, tingling scent

Close my eyes,
I’m soaring in the sky
A bird,
Free to do anything
In the sky,
I’m home

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