Americanpride164

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2003-12-05 21:58:24 (UTC)

Forgotten Swing Set

Forgotten Swing Set

Deary winter colors surround the poor old weathered swing
set. Cold wind moves the swings. No children have played
on
them for year. They have all grown up and forgotten the
swing set they used to have much fun on. Pretending they
could fly, watching the scenery move by so fast, so
exilarating. Just unimportant childish memories. Now,
vines
have crawled up one of the swings. Rust is eating away at
the chains.

Looking out the window, I see the poor old swings. Wind
its
only companion, playfully pushing the swings. I smile,
thinking of how fun it was playing on those. i run out the
door, ignoring the cold wind. I fly high above the ground.
I escape from reality. Laughing.

Then the freezing cold reminds me I am human and I jump
off
mid-flight. As I walk away, I turn back, and smile at the
poor old forgotten swing set.




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