Swinging on my swing
Not thinking about anything
Kick my feet high in the air
Feeling fine not a care
The breeze in my hair
Sun on my freckled face
Leaves almost touching my toes
What a wonderful place
The solitude of my swaying swing
Means more to me than anything
I could sit here all day long
And just swing and swing and swing
David Darbyshire
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-swing/
