When I was a small child
I always used to sing
My favourite place
Was on my swing
I would sit for hours
With the sun over high
Daydream with songs
The world floated by
I would charge 10 pence
To sing in the playground
It wasn't the same
As my swing, I found
Songs lift my spirits
The words nurture me
With the tune in my head
Together, they set me free
As I grew up
I forgot about my swing
The memories we shared
The songs I used to sing
©Kim Brown 5th December 2012
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