Feet off the ground,
dangling down
Clinging to ropes,
that do not bind
A wood plank seat,
my captain’s chair

Nothing but air,
back and forth sway
Wind in my hair,
breeze in my face
Toes to the sky,
heavenly ride

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Photo: Tree Swing in Indiana, c.b.w. 2014
Words: c.b.w. 2014