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On my old swing I’d fly so high

I thought my feet would touch the sky.

My hair would swirl around my face

And with my toes, the clouds I’d trace.


I’d close my eyes so I could see

Myself, as I touched majesty.

I’d feel the kiss of Heaven then

Before the swing returned again.


Now, on the ground my feet must stay,

As I sit here and dream away,

Back to that sweet remembered thrill . . .

The oak-held swing upon the hill.


That swing still hangs on old frayed rope,

Reminding me of bygone hope – –

My fantasy to touch the sky,

When as a child I’d swing so high.


2/10/00      Phyllis DeWitt VanVleck

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