Swinging

by Joy Coleman   Oct 27, 2006


--I wrote this for my English class--

Let that soft, cool breeze flow through your locks of hair
Wrap your icy fingers around the itchy ropes
Slosh the saliva around in your mouth that tastes like your last meal
Eyes fully focused on the green hills
Listen to the thump of your feet as you step slowly back
Inhale the smell of burning wood
Swishing winds pass by your ear
Darts of bitter cold stabbing your sensitive face
Visualize that far off land where flying isn't abnormal
Extend your arms
Allow the winds to pass over them
Your in flight

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