Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE SWING, by PORTIA MARTIN First Line: Jared ran under me Last Line: With johnny's hair purple and red in the sun. Subject(s): Play; Swings | ||||||||
Jared ran under me, Jared is tall, I sped like an arrow that never can fall Straight out into the light. Peter ran under me shouting with glee, I was a child on a frolicsome spree. Backward I leaned, stretching, toe-tips to crown, Till hairpins were scattered and locks tangled down, Philip ran under, Swift honey-sweet bees, Dreams drifted far on the fragrant breeze, Over the pasture brook, Over the bars, Over the daises that twinkled like stars, Over white thorn-apple trees. Johnny ran under me, hair like a flame, Orange and purple and red he came, Purple and orange and red, And I -- I was a cloud on a wind-wild sky. Over, And under, And low, Then high -- High as his long strong arms could fling, High, high, and higher, Until the great swing Seemed tempest, tornado, enveloping might That whirled cloud and sun into dizzying flight. Days flared to sunsets, Sunsets hurled dawns. Earth was a riot of tree-tops and lawns, A riot of birdsong and freedom and fun With Johnny's hair purple and red in the sun. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SWING SONG by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM A SWINGING SONG by MARY HOWITT IN THE SWING by BURGES JOHNSON SWINGING by GRACE DENIO LITCHFIELD WINGED YOUTH; ON A BOY SWINGING by DOROTHEA LAWRANCE MANN THE SHOOGY-SHOO by WINTHROP PACKARD SWING HIGH, SWING LOW by MARJORIE COLES SMITH A RECEIPT TO CURE A LOVE FIT by ANONYMOUS |
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