Author: SilentSorrows PM
A letter poem to her swing. Original written date: November 13, 2006 for my creative writing classRated: Fiction K - English - Angst - Words: 79 - Published: 09-21-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3059940
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Everyday after school
you are there waiting for me,
patiently awaiting for my push
to take off and soar in the sky.
Such fun we always have
when I fly high,
my feet off of the ground
and my hair whipping around my face.
But not today.
The heavy rain has soaked your smooth surface.
For now I can not venture outside
to swing high,
embraced by your metal hug.
A Little Six Year Old Girl...