Awakening a Keen Observer

Monday, December 04, 2006

The Maples Swing

The tiny house had maple trees lining the lot.
They stood high and straight
My Daddy threw a rope to the high limb
and made me a wonderful swing.
It was like no other.
It's arc was sweet and long
and you went far back and then far forward without even having to stretch your
feet or tuck them under and throw them up to get a good 'pump'.

You could swing for a long time
on one good push.
It was amazing and relaxing and I still feel the wind.

My balance has changed since then
I don't know if i could go on a swing
without getting dizzy
but
in my
mind
i can feel
the power
of
almost
almost
almost
flying.


God abides
Bobbie Giltz McGarey
@2006

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