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THE SWING
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FIELDS OF HEATHER Being on an emotional high,
Higher, higher, in the
sky.
As I continue to pump,
with might,
The swing goes higher out
of sight.
I want to let go, fly away,
Somewhere along the milky-way.
The swing, has me tied and
bound
Afraid I'll fall and touch
the ground.
(c) copyright heather burns
Love this short poem, a friend of mine told me of the secret to poetry writing, to be effective you follow the rule of KISS..Keep it short and simple..