Magic Monday~Magical As We Swing Reaching For The Sky It Seems
Welcome To Magic Monday
Where We
Bring Out The Magic In Poetry
Tonight We bring out the
Magic
Magical As We Swing
Reaching For The Sky It Seems
Never too high
Remember those times as a child
Memories cherished up high in the sky
Swinging relaxing soul
Remembering swinging when young
or still today making heart glow
Inner peace
No fear …nor lows
When swinging in a swing reaching high
Enjoy sharing with us in a magical poetry write
Those times you enjoyed so
Being creative having fun as we enjoy with you ..
Magical know
As A Golden Fairy
One could make you feel
or
Those golden memories that you hold golden with thrills
Let’s all Write Magic into Poetry!
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Good Evening and Welcome to Magic Monday..Know all have been in a swing before reaching high 😉
Tonight let`s share a time and maybe some magic you shared :love: :love: :love: Looking forward to your magical ink Grateful for
THE SWING
(^)
Up in the air I go
Swing back and forth
Lookin up to the blue skis high
I grab the rope as not to fall
Up in the air and back down again I go
Swing me high swing me low
I can see far the higher I go
The wind in my face
I do so feel
The breeze in my hair feels so good
I love to swing high and hard
Feels almost like kin fly
Here I sit on my swing just swinging my blues away
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Written By: Bettie Davis ——————— © May 19 , 2o13
Peaceful Dreams..Will check back tomorrow
Keep writing… Magical feel 😉
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ALMOST TOUCHING THE SKY
Closing my eyes
as I swing so high,
I feel my feet
almost touch the sky,
blue and clear,
lots of sunshine there,
golden delight where
each and every care
simply drifts away
with the clouds
floating by
so puffy and white
as they gracefully
move out of the way.
And as I swing,
I recall those days
not so long ago
(or at least
it seems that way)
when life was different,
not moving so fast,
and the apple tree
that I loved so much
and still brings such joy
was planted by my dad
especially for me.
(c) barbara kausteklis 5-20-13