When I was a young lass

I loved the swings

Pretend I was a pirate

O’er waves clear as glass

I marched into the air

Riding the swells

Flag pole chain in hand

Swung high as I dared

Chariot came crashing

Down into mist

But I bounced back up

As my feet had springs

In figment of my mind

Wings spread open

I soared ‘bove the clouds

One of the divine

I’d flutter like fairies

Graceful beings

Close my eyes and dream

Fighting adversaries

Below heaven, o’er earth

A ringing bell

Pendulum was I

Caught in bliss of mirth

I was mid-air as planned

Totally free

Falling feels like flying

‘Till th’moment you land

I launched off that swing seat

Traveled so far

‘Til the ground hugged me

I marveled at my feat

My runway was not clear

No landing gear

Just me and gravity

I, the bird, denied tears