Notice of absence from Jooles
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

  • Author: Jooles (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 15th, 2017 05:21
  • 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
  • Views: 45
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  • Michael Edwards

    Really flows such good meter.

    • Jooles

      Thank you

    • Phoenix8523

      Delightfully written! -- phoenix

      • Jooles

        Thank you

      • WriteBeLight

        Pleasant memories well written๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ˜€

        • Jooles

          Thank you

        • BRIAN & ANGELA

          Thanks for sharing JOOLES ~ very nostalgic ~ memories of a Swinging Childhood ! Yours BRIAN

          • Jooles

            Thank you

          • Christina8

            Very well written! Wonderful memories of childhood. Thanks for sharing!

            • Jooles

              Thank you for your comment ๐Ÿ˜Š

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