Re: How bout some poetry and writing
Push me Papa
Push me Papa, I heard many a day
How I love to hear those words you say
Higher… Higher yelled with a grin
Coming back down entering a spin
Leaning back to look at the sky
No rhyme or reason or wondering why
Floating and twirling, rise and fall
No worries here, you’re above it all
Standing back I watch you and smile
Laughed so hard and laughed for a while
Papa Papa, push me again
Now it’s cold and that tire hangs lonely and still
Come next spring, Yes I will
“Push me Papa” I’ll wait to hear
And see those smiles I hold so dear.
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Ken
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