Every morning on the way to work I find my favorite swing That sets on the slope Of a big, beautiful, grassy extinct volcano mountainette. The swing set is tall, Maybe four people tall, With two swing seats. Eagerly I get that swing moving Faster and farther until That thrilling moment when I sail so far out that it seems The ground drops out from under me, And I'm Flying! Each revolution pulls me further back, then catapults me forward over that hill, out into the sky - Things look tiny down below! The wind force is strong, But I break right through it With my hair flying back And my feet reaching up. I can't wait to ride my swing again! It's all glory! It makes me so alive and happy! 'Where is this swing?' you may wonder. It's on Mount Tabor in Portland, Oregon, But I get to it easily in my car on the way to work Every time I listen to the classical music piece called Die Fledermaus. The music sets the stage, And my memory does the rest.
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I have been wanting to exercise my imagination, so this year I am trying to write a poem every day, as well as pursue some occasional painting, sewing and writing. By March I was doing well to write a poem every week, but I'm still trying. It's a good challenge.
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