In elementary school
We had squeaky metal swings
Three pairs of them
Every recess a bell sounded
Every kid lined up
It didn't matter who you were
All lined up for a go
On the squeaky, rusted swings
Regardless of their condition
They were fought over and
Run to for first dibs
People flying different heights
In fear of the teasing
That you had a crush when level
Their shouts for a turn
Couldn't bring me down
Especially when I flew so high
I swore my feet touched the clouds
Now those days are over
And as I get older
I revisit those swings
No longer squeaky and rusted
Stripped of it's charm and memories
I see no children teasing
Lining up, or running
And my feet drag on the mulch
Swinging like I did
In elementary school
Going the same height
But not feeling quite as high
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Poems That Dwell
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