THE SWING BY JESSICA C. MILLER

WITH THE WIND IN MY HAIR AND BLUE SKIES EVERYWHERE AND THERE SEEMS TO EXIST NOT A THING BUT THE PEACE AND THE EASE OF THE CALM GENTLE BREEZE YES THAT'S HOW I FEEL WHEN I SWING HERE I CLOSE MY EYES THINK OF SWEET LULLABIE AND THE SONGS MY MOTHER USED TO SING AND THE STORIES DAD READ WHEN HE TUCKED ME IN BED YES THAT'S HOW IFEEL WHEN I SWING INTO THE FUTURE I CAN OOK AS IF SKIPPING AHEAD AHEAD IN MY BOOK TO PICTURE LIVING MY DREAMS THIS IS WHERE I WRITE THE STORY AND WHAT I FEEL THE GLORY YES THAT'S HOW I EEL WHEN I SWING I LOOK AT THE FLOWERS THE GRASS AND THE TREES THE BIRDS THE BUTTERFLIES EVEN THE BEES I FEEL IF I HAVE THEIR WINGS OH IF IWERE TO DROP I'L BE SORRY TO STOP YES THAT'S HOW IFE WHEN I SWING