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.