I Swing, I Swing

“Children need poetry too!” Faster –higher; up and up I go! Back and forth and to and fro! The ground beneath my feet a blur. The wind in my face is all astir! I am a bird with chain for wings. Oh! How I love to swing and swing I kick my feet, I throw my weight I'm feeling freedom, it feels so great. I laugh and scream I have such fun I swing and swing til day is done. Then in my bed and in my dreams I swing, I swing -I swing, I swing!