A joy that is little
A time that is sweet
Wings for small feet.
Up and up feel the wind
The spirit flies
The body bends
To fly higher.
No worry, no fray
Laughter falls free
Hold the rope tight
And believe that
Heights can be reached.
Slowing down, look around
Safely land the plane
Another day another flight
On just the wind, and a swing.
Terri O.A.
This is a wonderful poem that captures exactly what it is like to aim higher and higher with all of our might the way we did as a child. The photograph of the swing with the worn trails underneath is a testament to many little feet. We know for sure that they were there.
Your the first person to comment a like about it! Thanks!
Love this. A fine read, indeed. Thank you :)
anne