I can swing high.... I can swing low... I can swing fast.... I can swing slow... Just swinging in the swings.... wading in the creek... Being a child... Is really kinda neat... Happy as a lark... Playing in the park... I'm a child again.......... I can be 8... I can be 10.... I can be 12... Once again... Just swinging in the swings... wading in the creek... Being a child... Is really kinda neat... Happy as a lark... Just playing in the park... I'm a child again... I'm 62... But only to you... In my mind... I'm still 2... Just swinging in the swings.... wading in the creek... Being a child... Is really kinda neat... Happy as a lark... Just playing in the park... I'm a child again... Don't want to be... All stressed out... Just want to be... Happy and SHOUT...... I'm a Child again! I'm a Child again! I'm a Child again! I'm a Child again! EMAIL me and
let me know what you think of my new poem. Pictures are of me in the swing and in the "town branch"
as the creek is called here in OK. I like to enjoy the hot
summers. I made up this poem, actually I sing it as a little
song as I swing in the swings at the park! lol Graphic's by Shane's
Stuff, ny grandson
