The Swing

There was a tall, tall swing 

standing proudly in Grandma's yard. 

I was cradled by the black, plastic seat,

holding tightly to the cool, metal chains.

The wooden frame stretched up, up

into the inviting blue sky.   

back and forth

back and forth

My toes softly brushed the grass,

combing through each tender blade.

My hair rushed around my face,

tickling my cheeks, my nose.

Then gently it was pulled back,

a curly comet's tail trailing behind me.

back and forth

back and forth

I leaned way back,

closing my eyes.

I heard the swoosh of the wind

flooding my ears. 

I saw the hazy red-orange

dancing behind my eyelids.

I smelled the sweet, pink roses

growing under the kitchen window.

back and forth

back and forth

My mind was quieted

by the steady, soothing rhythm.

I dreamed of flight,

soaring while seated.

I embraced this freedom,

sweeping, and weightless.

"What's better: backwards or forwards?  Write a story about a swing...Can you capture the swing's rhythm in your writing?"  I found this writing prompt at this Random Prompt Generator.  Now have some fun writing your own!