The Rope Swing
By Julia Andre, 11 years old
Dangling from an oak, I spied a rope.
Perfect for swinging, I climbed up high.
Flowers of violet and white,
pink and yellow in the garden below
danced around like butterflies.
The sky above was as blue as could be.
The garden possessed colors of a rainbow.
I didn’t want to let go.
2011 © Julia Andre
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