(feature image from Garden of Bright Images)
When I saw this feature image on Facebook this morning, it triggered such wonderful memories!
Grade 2 – I remember having great difficulty reading a clock and being able to understand 10’s and 1’s, no matter how hard I tried but I also remember the thrill of being able to memorize and recite this poem with confidence and emotion. The Swing is such a rhythmical poem – it flows like the marvellous feeling of swishing back and forth in the air – awkward, skinny legs flying and tangled hair blowing.
When I go to a park, I always head to the swings.
I prefer the wood planks to sit on these days since the canvas ones feel so tight on my butt for some reason (I don’t remember this being a problem when I was younger and smaller) but I still pump my legs until I’m swinging high and then I lean back, close my eyes and enjoy the sensation of freedom.
Love it, love it, love it.
So good for my heart.
Source: A Child’s Garden of Verses (1999)