The Swing

Giggles and forehead sweats,

Lunch bags filled with rejected snacks,

As we head towards the park,

The railings were a little eroded and the nails were shaky,But the kids gathered waiting for their turn,

Lessons of the day forgotten,

And Homework could wait,

Everyone wanted a go at the swing , beyond the gates

The Swing where we felt we could fly,

Where we once were low then we got high,

The Swing where we were filled with gleee

That swing our sweetest remedy.

Written by

Laurna Guiste

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