Playground Swing

Poem capturing feelings while swinging as a child

Playground Swing

Up and down, up and down
I’m on a swing.
Feet up, feet back; feet up
Leaning back, seeing the sky.
The old-fashioned swing,
One of three
Attached by chains to a twelve-foot bar
Anchored by six ten-foot poles
Three on each side.
Up, up, up and down, down and back.
The seat, a rubber strap,
Hugging the back
Of my thighs in shorts
Feet going up; knees bent going back.
Going up, going back;
Going down and forward.
An under duckie pushing me
Higher and higher and oh
Should I jump?