my mother would read them to me
out of a book that I kept on my shelf
a Garden of Verse--poetry!
I'll always remember my favorite one
It seemed to me that it could sing
the way that the rhythm and rhyme had been done
The name of the verse was "The Swing"
After a long day of playing outside
I loved to come back home and then
listen to Mom read that poem to me
and feel myself swinging again!
submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, The Gift of Poetry
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