sara Etgen-Baker Poet Free verse

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FLYING SWINGS

FLYING SWINGS*
Flying swings,
Built on the thrill of gravity’s gentle hand,
Lift us up, strange birds
Into the turning sky
Where joy sways with the breeze,
Childhood's dance suspended in the air. 

Hands raised high,
We chase the cloud-choked horizons
Each swing weaving stories,
Where freedom tastes like cotton candy,
A dash of courage,
In every soaring arc.

For just a while,
The earth holds its breath,
And we are weightless, drifting
Lost in the echo of shouts and bells,
The world below a mere blur—
In the carnival's embrace
We learn to fly.

*This poem was featured and published on Writer Monk’s Facebook page in July 2025. This is my original poem.

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Kim Rodrigues July 19, 2025 at 6:46 AM I loved “strange birds.” I loved that ride for on a regular swing you dreamed to go higher and higher, which this carnival ride nearly brought to fruition! Hugs sara Etgen-Baker July 19, 2025 at 5:04 PM thanks for your visit & comments, Kim. I loved that ride, too...I think I rode it repeatedly :-) hugs,

S.Zaynab Kamoonpuri July 19, 2025 at 6:00 AM Recently we went to such a fair with rides just like this, i sat only once in such hi flying swings but never again, i panicked but my kids enjoy the thrill of it and roller coasters, none of them gentle,. Your poem is a joy to read, fantastic and superb to read in creative free verse wow! Kudos! Plz also read and comment on my newest poem too. sara Etgen-Baker July 19, 2025 at 5:05 PM thanks for stopping by and for sharing your experiences. Now that I'm older, I may also panic if I ride the flying swings...but I loved it as a kid. Will stop by your page. Best wishes, Sara