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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

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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.

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

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