Poem- If I wanted a Swing

I would want a swing,

If I wanted a swing,

that didn’t know how high to go, and wouldn’t learn.

That welcomed the sweetness of the air flowing fast,


Saw the clouds upside down with new faces and pictures where ¬†they hadn’t been,


called to every old spirit that wanted to swing but hadn’t or wouldn’t and said,

“get on and fly into the sun with me.”


If I wanted a swing I would want a swing that drank in the sky,

drunk with light!

Barb Tonn

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