Swing up high among leafy bows so fair,
And touch the sky with these bare toes.
Let me push away worries and cares,
That I can just simply be.
Back and forth rising up so high,
For this moment I can pass Jupiter so far.
When I finally come back from reality,
I will wrap this moment around my shoulders and breathe in my swinging peace.
Michael is a husband, father, writer, poet, and aspiring author. He finds time to scribble down his thoughts in the dead of night, between ghosts and night owls. If you’d like to read more of his poetry follow the link here. Or to visit his full blog, ‘The Ink Owl’ click here.