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the ghost glider

I watch the ghost glider
She is lightly swinging in a methodical rhythm
Could it be the wind?
I look at the leaves on my honeysuckles
None of them are moving
Welcome, I say inside my head to the spirit child
I hear a small thank you

Categories: glider, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Free verse

Glider Rocker



I sought you out almost thirty years ago,
not because I wanted a pretty piece of furniture~~
Oh, you were and still are quite attractive~~
but because I needed you.

After I had back surgery for a badly ruptured disc, 
none of my chairs were comfortable enough 
for someone who would spend the next six months
dragging her right leg

Categories: glider, happy, home,
Form: Free verse

A Glider

On the back porch is a glider;
I can sit on it and glide.
It’s just perfect for relaxing
When I want to be outside.

Don’t confuse it with a rocker,
Though they both cause you to move,
Since a rocking chair takes effort,
Like it’s got something to prove

But the glider keeps on going
Once you’ve given it a start.
There are those,

Categories: glider, home,
Form: Rhyme

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

Southern Icarus

Southern Icarus
by Michael R. Burch

Windborne, lover of heights,
unspooled from the truck’s wildly lurching embrace
you climb, skittish kite ...

What do you know of the world’s despair,
gliding in vast solitariness there
so that all that remains is to

fall?

Only a little longer the wind invests its sighs;
you 

stall

spread-eagled as the canvas snaps

and flaps its white rebellious wings,
and all
the houses

Categories: glider, adventure, america, angel, courage,
Form: Free verse

Mom Wanted the Red Glider

The green glider fell off the porch today
Broken into huge pieces
Destroyed by a large axe

Tragic accident I guess said mother
We kids snickered little bit
Knowing she wanted red

Categories: glider, 2nd grade, 3rd grade,
Form: Kimo

If Mama's Glider Could Talk

If Mama’s Glider Could Talk

Cold days, hot days, in between days,
The red glider rocked on the gingerbread porch;
Where Mama shucked beans, or mended seams,
And visited with comers all.

She was quiet, my Mama was
And would never repeat a tale,
Kept her opinions to herself,
And rocked the red glider well.

There was Dickie, the paper boy,
He told her of

Categories: glider, imagery, nostalgia,
Form: Free verse

Glider

A gentle glide high above 
Nothing to hear 
Except the flow of air 
over my wings 
I looked for you 
far below 

A sweet delight 
to fly... 
in such light 

I carried you high, 
in my heart 
In to the light 
In to the blue sky 

Such blessed silence 
over my wings 
Wind rush 
Suns's

Categories: glider, happiness, imagination, life, nature,
Form: Ballad