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 X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest 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 🙂