« Soulful Plotting
2011 August Events »
h1

The Rope Swing

July 25, 2011


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

Advertisement

Posted in Guest Writer | Tagged , , , |

2 comments

  1. well this one just made me smile big 🙂 yes, if only to be able to swing forever and have the garden bloom forever.

    Like

         by Hannah July 25, 2011 at 4:35 pm
    Reply

  2. I do believe creative talent runs in the family. Wonderful poem Julia. bernadine

    Like

         by bernadine July 25, 2011 at 11:17 pm
    Reply

What do you think?

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

Gravatar
WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out /  Change )

Cancel

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.

%d bloggers like this: