In younger days,
on swing I Swung.
Back-and-forth trying
to reach the clouds,
and float in dreams.
Trying to fly like birds
gracing sky.

Up and back,
back-and-forth  
giggles birthed,
as I twirled around
chain to gain momentum.

Childhood a grand place
to anchor dreams.
I think I'll swing again
and align with dreams.