Hello: My 11 year old Grandaughter Caitlin has been reading my poetry on my web site. Two weeks ago she emailed me and said she had 2 lines of a poem and could I help her with the next line. I emailed her back and told her we would write a poem together. So with her 2 lines I sent her 2 more and she sent me 2 back. Over the past 2 weeks we exchanged lines without discussing each others lines. This is the combined effort via email. I am very proud of her and we hope you enjoy this little piece.
Swinging on a Swing
That little freckled faced girl
Her brown hair full of curl
As she flew through the air
Ruffles on her skirt would whirl
Swinging on a swing
Singing without a care
The melody so sweet
Ribbons fluttering in the wind
Nearly touching the ground with bare feet
Swinging on a swing
Those big blue eyes
With them my heart she buys
What a darling is she
Such a beauty to see
Swinging on a swing
That little girl holds the key
That unlocks my heart
And when she is grown
In sadness I must let her depart
Swinging on a swing
Out in the big world
All alone
My heart warms just to know
After years she still loves me so
Swinging on a swing