Free falling forward
Plummeting toward the earth
Reaching skyward
Before falling again
The wind tussling hair
Peals of laughter
Ring through the air
The rush of adventure
Of childhood thrills
Unhindered by knowledge
Of dangers that lurk
In the heart of each parent
As they stand and watch
Paula Acton 
Beautiful!
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I love this poem! The only thing is, you forgot, the “Higher, HIGHER, Mummy!” But I suppose that isn’t very poetic… No, it’s really great. I think you’re an awesome poet.
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Hi, I can see the jungle gym, or maybe the beach or backyard! Children always have a way of finding a place to fall! The parents watching have the stranger anxiety front and center, because it’s not gonna be their kid! I find poems like this one very thought provoking and enjoyable! If the words decide to sit on the paper, you’ve done something right! Thank you for the follow! Keep writing!
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Thankyou, my son featured in the image is determined to send me to an early grave I am convinced of it even without the worries of strangers he nearly managed to tip himself out of the swing just after this was taken he found it hilarious as me and his dad both panicked and dashed forward
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Brings back memories. I spent hours on my swing as a child.
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This is lovely.
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so good and so very real. I hated the day my kids learned the meaning of fear, more so since it was my own fear passed on. hard to find the balance between the knowing and the showing…hope you have more time to see the wonders paula.
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This is beautiful. Thanks for sharing.
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Beautiful! I love swinging on the swing. It had been quite a while I have not sat on that thing..
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