The Swing

By Jessica C. Miller

With the wind in my hair

And blue skies everywhere

And there seems to exist not a thing

But the peace and the ease

Of the calm gentle breeze

Yes, that’s how I feel when I swing

Here I close my eyes

Think of sweet lullabies

And the songs my mother used to sing

And the stories Dad read

When he tucked me in bed

Yes, that’s how I feel when I swing

Into the future I can look

As if skipping ahead in my book

To picture me living my dreams

This is where I write the story

And what I feel is the glory

Yes, that’s how I feel when I swing

I look at the flowers, the grass and the trees

The birds, the butterflies, even the bees

I feel as if I have their wings

Oh, if I were to drop

I’d be sorry to stop

Yes, that’s how I feel when I swing

Photo by Lane Erickson; do not copy