Across the street
a new set
of brightly painted swings
beckons.
For the young,
swings are a chance
to soar high above
the everyday.
For teens,
swings are a spot
to meet at dusk,
dragging feet in the dirt
while talking about
anything, everything.
Twisting the chains
in slow circles,
before unwinding
to start again.
For adults,
swings are nostalgia.
It is as an adult
we realize
swings are
so much more than swings.
"drink from the well of your self and begin again" ~charles bukowski
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What a fabulous poem that speaks all the truths! I can see this poem being used as mentor text for all ages! Great images and feelings and again, so true! Thanks for sharing!
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Agreed with the above comment! Could totally be a mentor poem. Let me know if you’d be willing for me to share with my students!
I loved how each stanza went through a different age. Beautiful.
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Thank you so much! Please feel free to use with students.
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I like how you showed the progression of perspectives on swings as we grow. Your last line is impactful!
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I love your perspective in this poem as the swing stays the same but people change from children to teenagers to adults. It made me want to go swing like a child again!
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You capture so much in minimal words where every word is just so. I love reading your poems.
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