Enthusiastic Soul
Connie Peters' poems in progress
Friday, April 17, 2015
PAD # 17 Swinging
Swinging
We liked swinging on grapevines
when we were kids,
never mind how easily broken they were
or how far the drop.
As we sailed through the air,
we were Tarzan
and that’s all that mattered.
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