Oh how I wish that I could fling
My cares away while on a swing
I’d pump the air to get a rise
So I could reach up to the skies.
The wind would whistle through my hair
When I was on the way up there
And I could see high over heads
Above the parks and flower beds.
I miss that comfort I once knew
I’d love to swing the whole day through !
Claire V. Bogdanos 