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on a swing long ago
backwards down you come;
below your happy eyes
the deep green grass
of summer
rushing fast along the ground.
you lean forward
as far as you dare;
knobby knees bent -
legs tucked close under the seat
waiting ...
then with perfect timing
your feet kick straight out;
slender hands tugging the chains;
leaning way, way back.
circling up,
your laughter spreads
across the little neighborhood;
carried by gentle childhood winds
far off into skies of wondrous blue.
from: When I Draw Near Unto the Waters
Copyright © 2000
by J.D. Deutschendorf
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