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The Tire Swing

Poetry By: Hinoglue

It's a confusing poem, meant for the strong at mind and heart.

Submitted:Sep 13, 2011    Reads: 13    Comments: 2    Likes: 2   

A tire swing,
Black and round,
On a tree,
It is found

Back and forth,
It does go,
The opposite of,
A yo-yo

A little girl,
Sits upon,
As graceful as,
A flying swan

A bow,
In her hair,
She does swing,
Without a care

Her mother calls,
'Time to eat',
Feasting on,
A tasty treat

She does not budge,
Does not move,
Her mother is one,
To disapprove

As she dreams about,
A little girl,
On a swing,
She does whirl

Her dress flows,
In the wind,
As she grinned

Her mother calls,
'It's time to go',
And happiness,
Does no longer show

She wants to stay,
On her swing,
Feeling royal,
As a king

The girl awakes,
From her dream,
Still her face,
It does gleam

She gets up,
To go and eat,
Hoping it,
Is something sweet


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