poems swingin’ October 23, 2013by heather anne no care for our skirts we’re swingin’ in the backyard over blades of grass Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading...
That sounds fun and carefree. I hope there was dew on the grass. That’s the best time to dance through it. Reply
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Love the imagery…. I see two young girls, best friends perhaps, on the playground, enjoying their youth. Reply
Some call it red 
That sounds fun and carefree. I hope there was dew on the grass. That’s the best time to dance through it.
Such sweet imagery.
no age is inappropriate for a swing, for when we are in one, we are always young at heart.
Beautiful. I love the feeling of abandonment.
Hi there. I have nominated you for The Versatile Blogger Award.
Please visit this link: http://wp.me/p3XBa7-5o
Congratulations and thank you for inspiring me with your blog!
swings are the best – especially when you go real high!
Love the imagery…. I see two young girls, best friends perhaps, on the playground, enjoying their youth.
You see what I remember 🙂
Just saw this one… I LOVE IT!!!!!!!!!
😀 xoxo
It’s all about Life’s simplicities, isn’t it?
Truly. The simple times are the best times.
Freedom. Oh for those days again 🙂