Poem- If I wanted a Swing

I would want a swing,

If I wanted a swing,

that didn’t know how high to go, and wouldn’t learn.

That welcomed the sweetness of the air flowing fast,


Saw the clouds upside down with new faces and pictures where  they hadn’t been,


called to every old spirit that wanted to swing but hadn’t or wouldn’t and said,

“get on and fly into the sun with me.”


If I wanted a swing I would want a swing that drank in the sky,

drunk with light!

Barb Tonn

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