Swing SetA Poem by Luna NorthstarI'm moving, and I have to leave my swing set behind. So much is going on.. I feel like I can't part with something that has always been so close to me.
Swing Set, shiny and fun
Strong ropes, and seats, the color of sun What a beauty to a child's eyes What a glorious surprise You were my best friend Until the very end. On days of sorrow I'd sit and cry Your creaky ropes were my lullaby Your loud noise blocked out all the sound And that sadness that chose me to surrounded. Upon you I could be anywhere Flying through the sky, or on a dragon treading through air. Your loud squeaking hid my cries When the world was what I did despise. I whispered my secrets into you You were who I would go to When my world felt like it was coming apart You were there from the start Years passed, and you took your wear Ropes, now as thin as hair Your yellow seats and bright white rope, The ones that kept alive my hope, Had now been covered with dirt and grime They had been cruelly touched by time. Today I sat upon you seat again Like I did, every now and then You held me, like you always did And you hid my cries, like I was a kid Your soft and gentle moan Reminded me that this was my home I could go anywhere, or do anything As long as I was on my swing As my feet scuffed the dirt My heart painfully hurt For the awful truth that I knew I could not bear to share with you Swing Set; dirty and done Weak ropes and seats, no longer the color of sun What a beauty to my tear stung eyes Even when I leave, in my heart, you'll always lie. © 2010 Luna NorthstarAuthor's Note
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Added on August 20, 2010Last Updated on August 22, 2010 AuthorLuna NorthstarAboutI go by the name Luna Northstar and take my writing very seriously. I've grown out of my teenage angst poetry writing phase and I'm focusing on my novel "It's Alice", though I tend to write a few shor.. more..Writing
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