The Tire Swing

 

You can fly, soar through the air

You can be an angel

or a princess, whatever you want to be

when you are swinging

on a tire swing, fastened to a

the branch of a huge poplar tree

The world is at your feet,

at your desire

as the wind brushes your face

with whispers of laughter

and you feel your power

with each pump of your feet

that takes you higher and higher

into that other world

where you can escape

everything on earth

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