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About This Poem
Reading or Swinging
Reading a book on a swing
Not paying attention to the desire
To lift off the ground and sway
Only the words of the book are heard
The swing lay fathomless
Not to be confused with the story
She sees just the lines in the book
Not the destination the swing brings
Slowly the swing begins to move
And the book starts to lose its pull
The motion of the swing begins to rock
And the child loses interest in the book
The swing wins the battle of wills
For the child loves a swing
More than the words of a good story
Any day, the swing will be victorious
And the giggles and laughs will fly
Fly from the heights of the swing
As the motion moves quickly now
And the book lies near the feet
Of a typical child
Russell Sivey
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