better than I was reading English poems.
UNBELIEVABLE!!!!!!!
Talking about poems heres one for you
A Small Girl Swinging
When first they pushed me
I was very scared.
My tummy jiggled. I was
unprepared.
The second time was higher
And my ears
Were cold with wisperings
of tiny fears.
The third time up was HIGH.
My teeth on edge.
My heart leapt off the bedroom
Window ledge.
The fourth time, Oh,the fourth time
It was mad.
My shirt flew of the world
And I was glad.
No one's pushing now,
My ears are ringing;
Who'll see across the park
A small girl swinging?
Who'll hear across the park
Her mother calling,
And everywhere her shadows
Rising, Falling.
George Szirtes
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