Notice of absence from Jooles
I disappear for months on end......just my life but I always come back!
I disappear for months on end......just my life but I always come back!
There use to be a swing park
There use to be six swings
It's where I spent my childhood
That place was everything
I use to be a rocket
And swing right into space
I use to be a comet
Who never fell from grace
My friends and I would laugh
Oh we'd have such fun
Swinging in the sunshine
We'd dread that night would come
Who could swing the highest
And leap to certain doom
Who would be the bravest
Zoom up to the moon
Who would be the champion
Who would win the swing
Who would carry on
Conquer everything
But night time always came
We all would hear a shout
Our parents calling us home
Back tomorrow with no doubt
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- Comment from author about the poem: Hazelhead is a real swing park. ....it still stands. Myself and my friends played there and it was so close to my house someone in my family genuinely opened the door and would shout me home. Childhood memories
- Category: Friendship
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Comments5
Really flows such good meter.
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Delightfully written! -- phoenix
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Pleasant memories well written👍😀
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Thanks for sharing JOOLES ~ very nostalgic ~ memories of a Swinging Childhood ! Yours BRIAN
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Very well written! Wonderful memories of childhood. Thanks for sharing!
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