This poem is for my son who loves to swing.
Higher!
Higher!
I’m
soaring over trees!
Gliding
over branches
thick
with emerald leaves.
Higher!
Higher!
I can
almost touch the sky!
I
think I saw an aeroplane
with
bright red wings race by.
Higher!
Higher!
I see
the moon up close!
Its
surface marked with craters
and
dark, solid lava flow.
Higher!
Higher!
Into
space I go!
Comets
zooming past me;
stars
sparkle, planets glow.
Higher!
Higher!
My
rocket swings me up!
‘til
at the top I fall again
in one
almighty drop!
Higher!
Higher!
…
please?
