she swung forth to find the fall of night

Lance and Barbara,

I am pleased to inform you that your poem, she swung forth to find the fall of night, has been accepted for inclusion in our anthology, Poised in Flight. 

Thanks again,

A.J. Huffman and April Salzano

co-editors, Poised in Flight

The Poem:

she swung forth to find the fall of night

oft in the field from the day's foes,

under the naked branch, she sat

upon the wooden seat, isolated;

moving in a curved arc, in flight,

without the intent of hitting the air, 

she swung forth to find the fall of 

night; she chanced to endure the

dole of darkness approaching.

that this little girl had heard each

night for fifty years, the din of 

revel, high in the heavens, flying, 

now came the light to lighten, her 

soul to keep forever; the swing 

no longer swaying, lifeless.

Copyright © 02/23/2013 Barbara Sutton and Lance Sheridan