Ode to My Swing I step out into the yard. And there you are: Still, silent, Bursting with color. Oh, your red radiance! Your tranquil turquoise, Your little strips of enchanting emerald- All surrounding your utopian sun of gold.
I run to you. I run to the beacon of light, to the center of the flower that is my backyard. To you, the essence of my peace. To you, the heavenly swing. To you, I run. You are like silk. Like a fine, priceless, satiny pillow, A pillow made for a god. I reach you and my heart beats faster and faster! My mind races with excitement! My body tingles with anticipation! And I start to swing. Slowly, surely, soothingly, I swing upon you, The Shining Majestic Glorious Swingof Heaven.
The first time I bought Lunch at school, I was eleven. Silently I waited As the line crept along. I fingered The dollar bill in My pocket. I held on to it. When I passed the Orange bucket of water bottles, Swiftly and sneakily, I grabbed one. My hands immediately Burned With the cold. Passing the bottle from hand to hand, I Waited Until it was My turn. The bottle dropped to the floor. My cheeks burning, I bent down and Picked it up, The cold spreading through my body Calming the red. As I stood up, My eyes met Her eyes. Standing behind the counter she Pointed at the Small gray machine. The red returned and I Hurriedly punched in my number. My red-hot embarrassment and fear melted away with the cold Of the Water bottle. She looked at me again and, Seeming to understand, She smiled. The calming chill of my bottle spread to my face and Smiled for me. I held up the bottle and She pressed something on her screen. She smiled again. I lowered the bottle and our eyes met, a silent thank-you passing between them. I walked away with My water bottle, Again Tossing it from Hand to Hand. The cold filled me and calmed me, Like ice in my veins.
Part 1 Oh, my wonderful, amazing sugar cookie! You are just so perfect, that I could never eat you. Eating you would be a crime. But as I stare at you, my mouth waters. People tell me you taste like the sweetest sugar. You are heavenly, majestic, the king of all treats. I salute you sugar cookie, for your awesomeness. But, you, sugar cookie, are too amazing to just sit there. Maybe I will eat you, just this once. Part 2 Oh, great cookie! After eating you, I am just not satisfied. You are too scrumptious, delicious, delectable For me to just have one of you. You are just the thing for any emotion. If I am happy, you make me even happier. If I am angry, you let me calm down and think. If I am sad, you make me happy. Without a doubt you are just better than anything, even ice cream. But, unfortunately, you are too great. For anyone to be satisfied with one of you. I must have another. And maybe one more after that. Part 3 Oh, my precious! A mysterious force has separated us. You are gone, and lost to me You have disappeared high into the pantry. Where this strong force has complete power, being as tall as a giant. But your power is greater. Don’t forget, king of treats, that you are invincible. You have many allies, including something that is like a tiny table. I saw the force step onto it, to hide you up in the pantry. I will do the same. Nothing can separate us. Part 4 My cookie, I have used the tiny table, a very helpful tool. And I have you back. Away from the dangers of the room with the stove and the pantry. I have you in my sanctuary, a place I spend the night in. Where the evil force can only step in when I turn a knob. You are safe from anything that wants to stop me from grabbing you. Now I reach out to your bed. Your hard, plastic bed. I hope you don’t mind the fact that I only rescued you to eat you. Part 5 My life is over, sugar cookie. For you are gone. You have disappeared into my body, Your bed is empty, and only small pieces of you are left. I know that sooner or later, the force will find me. She will know that I took you. And I will be punished. But I would willingly give up TV if I could always have you. The time we did spend together was wonderful. I will could never and will never forget you, My sweet sugar cookie.