Joanna Daniel Poet Pantoum

Childhood Swinging By

CHILDHOOD SWINGING BY

An empty swing sits there in my backyard,
Reminding of those sweet old childhood days,
When we used to take turns to swing so hard,
When we touched the sky with our toes upraise,

Reminding of those sweet old childhood days,
See the footprints that lead up to the swing,
When we touched the sky with our toes upraise,
We flew with the birds on that wooden wing,

See the footprints that lead up to the swing,
Me and my friend and my childhood sweetheart,
We flew with the birds on that wooden wing,
With our wiggling legs we would get that start,

Me and my friend and my childhood sweetheart,
We grew up on that swing in my backyard,
With our wiggling legs we would get that start,
How we enjoyed our pure childhood unbarred!

We grew up on that swing in my backyard,
Flying with our dreams of togetherness,
How we enjoyed our pure childhood unbarred!
Remaining aloft although featherless,

Flying with our dreams of togetherness,
When we used to take turns to swing so hard,
Remaining aloft although featherless,
An empty swing sits there in my backyard.



06.18.2020


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Jan Allison July 27, 2020 at 5:19 PM you captured memories of the childhood swing so beautifully Jo, many congratulations on your win :-) hugs Jan xx

Aditi Mishra July 27, 2020 at 1:26 AM Swings were such an important part of childhood. I still get thrilled every time I see one. Your muse is a refreshing breeze of those memories Jo. Congratulations on your win. Blessings :)

Eve Roper July 19, 2020 at 11:47 AM Jo, thank you for making me feel young again swinging in the swing. I remember those times I too tried so hard to reach as high as I could. Congratulations on your win. Hugs Eve

John Watt July 18, 2020 at 7:13 PM "That wooden wing" was our ticket to a flight of imagination, Jo. Thank you for this trip of lovely nostalgia. Please return your trays to their upright position! Congratulations on your win. Hugs ~ John

John Watt June 22, 2020 at 10:04 AM Nice nostalgic write, Jo. Loved "We flew with the birds on that wooden wing". There's nothing like the feeling of flying through the air on a swing! Loved the title, too. Best wishes in the pantoum contest, this should do well. Hugs ~ John

Richard Lamoureux June 22, 2020 at 8:02 AM Great poem, my favourite image is “on that wooden wing”. Superb poetry Jo.

Joseph May June 22, 2020 at 7:11 AM You captured the memories of the "wooden wing" beautifully Jo, Well penned..

Heidi Sands June 18, 2020 at 9:22 AM This brought me back to a childhood swing. You have described it so well. Great poem Jo!

Vijay Pandit June 18, 2020 at 7:29 AM Cherished memories of childhood, so eloquently articulated in your poem, Jo. We all dwell in them from time to time, as your poem so well illustrates.