Soaring Swings
The recess bell has sung its tune.
We’re off to play until it’s noon.
Some kids spread out exploring things,
But Dan and I find two free swings.
At first, we’re slow, so glad we’re freed.
Then we pump our legs to pick up speed.
So now we’re rocking faster still.
We holler for it’s quite a thrill!
And just as we can climb no more,
We take a leap and start to soar.
For in those moments gliding down,
We fly like birds that flit around!
We’re off to play until it’s noon.
Some kids spread out exploring things,
But Dan and I find two free swings.
At first, we’re slow, so glad we’re freed.
Then we pump our legs to pick up speed.
So now we’re rocking faster still.
We holler for it’s quite a thrill!
And just as we can climb no more,
We take a leap and start to soar.
For in those moments gliding down,
We fly like birds that flit around!
This poem is copyright (©) Sarah Steinbacher 2024
About the Writer
Sarah Steinbacher
Growing up Sarah wanted to be a teacher, writer, mom, and lawyer and she considers accomplishing three out of the four a win. A former national curriculum writer with an Ed.D. in education, she now enjoys writing children’s books that don’t shy away from life’s ups and downs. She lives in South Carolina with her husband, three children, three cats, and a tortoise. Follow Sarah on Twitter @SarahSteinbac11
