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The Swing Set

A Nostalgic Ode to Childhood Memories

By cruddymoosePublished 3 years ago 1 min read
The Swing Set
Photo by Marco Amatulli on Unsplash

I close my eyes and I'm transported back,

To days when life was simple, and my worries lacked.

The sun was shining, and the sky was blue,

And my friends and I had nothing better to do.

We ran to the park, to the swing set we went,

And the thrill of it all, our energy was spent.

We pumped our legs, higher and higher we flew,

Our laughter echoing, as the wind rushed through.

The rush of air, the feeling of weightlessness,

The joy of swinging, we couldn't express.

We closed our eyes and imagined we could soar,

Across the park, and beyond the shore.

We swung until the sun began to set,

The time flew by, we couldn't forget.

The memories we made, the friendships we formed,

On that swing set, we weathered life's storms.

Now years have passed, and I'm no longer a child,

But I'll always cherish that feeling, so wild.

The thrill of swinging, the memories it brings,

A simpler time, when life had wings.

So I close my eyes and I'm transported back,

To the swing set, where my heart was intact.

And for a moment, I feel the rush once again,

Of childhood memories, that will never end.

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About the Creator

cruddymoose

My name is cruddymoose. I am a passionate writer and wordsmith, has always had a love for the written word. With a keen eye for detail and a creative mind, I try to bring a unique voice to the world of writing.

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