Perfect for today. A swing reminds me of the summer days when I would be with my campers and they would laugh as they swung on the swings. It reminds me of the innocence of a child and how little it takes to make them smile and laugh.
I went on swings when I was a kid with my best friend. We would have a competition who could go higher and then jump from the highest point. I cheated. I had longer legs ski looked higher always! And I sprained my ankle once.
The leaves swing in the air from one side to another. It’s like a complex dance like when you swing and dance the swing dance. But I don’t like to swing too much because then I get dizzy. That’s why I prefer to stop swinging after having to much of it. It is funny though and a very interesting activity. I think I should stop now.
When my life swings into action, everything I have ever worked hard for will seem worthwhile. When my life swings into action, all the things I never understood will be explained. When my life swings into action, happiness will be in it’s rightful place. When my life swings into action, everything will be at peace again.
Back and forth through the cold, damp air; back and forth through the misty fog; back and forth over the white-blanketed ground. The child’s tears froze on its face, but it continued to cry. There was no one else on the field, just the skeletal, frost-covered tree where the wooden swing hung and hte child swung. Back and forth, back and forth.
It moves back and forth dangling from the the tree limb. Swing Swing little tire, Round and Round, just a little faster. Jumping down she takes the rope away and feels her head spin as she walks into the room her and the rope, she’ll never be seen again.
There’s a swing in the park. She dreams they’d make it there one day. She sees them together, laughing and smiling. She sees her hair in the wind, messed up and confused, just like her. She sees him, smiling at her.
The second we stepped out of the doors, it became a race. A race to the bottom left hand side of the playground to the swings. As we ran, they sat there idle, just waiting to take us to the top of the trees or spin us until we were too dizzy to walk straight. In a way it feels
Iike I never really got off the swings, but high school is ending soon and it’s almost time to jump, in three, two, one, go.
I sat, I stared. The dirt wasn’t especially interesting… but neither was anything else in my life. At this moment, all I could see was the dirt between my toes, blurred by tears.
My thoughts swing a lot. And i swing to it too. There are lot such of random thoughts that arent clear and very perturbing too. The swinging thoughts never stop.
Swing from the trees, from the skies, from a rope, a long beautiful piece of twine stretched out over the ocean, over the deep green and blue water, while sunny skies prevail.
She swung herself to and thru. One with the wind. Her hair cascaded down her back, shimmering in the sun. Her laugh echoed out across the valley. Jono listened and was silent.
I feel the world swinging around me as I walk through the empty hallways of the dorm, 6am. The sun rising, painting a new day that I’m not ready for. The words on my screen blurring in and out of focus as the clock in the lower right corner of my screen ticks on. Pita chips in the lounge. Replenish myself, then back to work on the homework due today.
A banana thingy when the monkeys are swinging in a tree in the jungle. The monkeys then starts dancing “swing” on the ground with each other, causing a massive blackhole, destroying the universe.
Swing with a swinger in the park on a swing with mood swings so it swings you over the swing into a parellel universe where everything swings so our still is their swinging and our swinging is their still because they have two competing moons, so they just keep swinging (which gives them excellent cor muscle strength).
when i think of a swing i think of a farm with due covered grass and crickets humming. It’s dusk and I’m a child with a dress on and black shoes, my socks have white frills and someone big is pushing me
Jensen looked out the van window as they passed a broken-down yard. In it was a swing lazily swinging in the breeze. The dead leaves that skittered across the sidewalk reminded him of his dead wife, Zoey, and at that instant he made eye contact with the Ninja babe.
sometimes i like to go to the park. & pretend that i’m younger & having fun. but then, i get bored really fast, much like i used to on the swings. i remember once, i was dating this kid named Jordan DeLeon & he pushed me on the swing & i thought it was the most romantic thing in the world. i was young then. & happy.
I love playing on the swing.. i even love swing to music.. the swing in my park was my favorite spot to play as a kid. the swing always transported me to a diff world altogether..
sometimes i like to think that i’d go to a park just to swing on the swings. like i used to when i was younger. i like to think that i’m in a romantic or sad movie and someone i love will push me on that swing and i’ll be way happy. way too happy for my own good. that’d be wonderful.
I love to swing high in the air up and down up and down but someimtes when I stop, I get motion sickness for some rason but I don’t tell anyone because it’s really kind of stuid if you think about it. I think even my brother doesn’t get motion sickness from swinging and he’s the one that’s always complaining in the car. But I stil like swinging. I like the wind and stuff. I used to want to jump off but never really did and only learned in like the fifht grade or something like that. Even now I”m kind of scared of jumping off swings but I don’t tell anyone.
On the top of the hill, there was a swing. Nobody knows who built it there or when. It was there since … Always ! As kids, that was our best spot to play games and simply have fun.
i come to the playground, look around and all that i see is a swing, a ball and a jumping rope. no kids. no families. no laughter. i sit down and swing to and, fro thinking about the true meanings of life, while the swing squeaks with every time i move.
swing. what can one possibly say? it brings up the classic, traditional swing that we are all used to as a kid. It also illustrates or points out that work shift that is in-between the morning (regular) and the pain night shift (or graveyard). Swing also is a famous dance that was brought into realization in the day.
It stood there. The tree that had stood, for years and years. Silently watch me grow. From young swinging child on a tire. To bitter youth swinging tireless fists. But now I was an adult, and that limb of nature knew too much.
Perfect for today. A swing reminds me of the summer days when I would be with my campers and they would laugh as they swung on the swings. It reminds me of the innocence of a child and how little it takes to make them smile and laugh.
I went on swings when I was a kid with my best friend. We would have a competition who could go higher and then jump from the highest point. I cheated. I had longer legs ski looked higher always! And I sprained my ankle once.
The leaves swing in the air from one side to another. It’s like a complex dance like when you swing and dance the swing dance. But I don’t like to swing too much because then I get dizzy. That’s why I prefer to stop swinging after having to much of it. It is funny though and a very interesting activity. I think I should stop now.
When my life swings into action, everything I have ever worked hard for will seem worthwhile. When my life swings into action, all the things I never understood will be explained. When my life swings into action, happiness will be in it’s rightful place. When my life swings into action, everything will be at peace again.
Back and forth through the cold, damp air; back and forth through the misty fog; back and forth over the white-blanketed ground. The child’s tears froze on its face, but it continued to cry. There was no one else on the field, just the skeletal, frost-covered tree where the wooden swing hung and hte child swung. Back and forth, back and forth.
It moves back and forth dangling from the the tree limb. Swing Swing little tire, Round and Round, just a little faster. Jumping down she takes the rope away and feels her head spin as she walks into the room her and the rope, she’ll never be seen again.
Run. run. RUN!
Fly, jump.
as fast as you can,
as far as you can.
They’ll catch us,
but we tried.
and that counts,
but only if we tried
I told you.
reminds me of childhood and easyness. just sit there and feel like the king of the playground. relieve. fun. and not to forget: the huricane…
There’s a swing in the park. She dreams they’d make it there one day. She sees them together, laughing and smiling. She sees her hair in the wind, messed up and confused, just like her. She sees him, smiling at her.
The second we stepped out of the doors, it became a race. A race to the bottom left hand side of the playground to the swings. As we ran, they sat there idle, just waiting to take us to the top of the trees or spin us until we were too dizzy to walk straight. In a way it feels
Iike I never really got off the swings, but high school is ending soon and it’s almost time to jump, in three, two, one, go.
You can get so high and free on swing’s illusion.
Push too hard and you;ll topple over on to the hard ground.
danza allegramente nel patio centrale del parco in una bel tardo pomeriggio estivo. indossa un vestito blu degli anni 40 che la fa ancora piú bella.
i like swinging. air. happiness. children. colors. wind. sun. smile. slide. park. great.
swinging jazz music from the 1940’s makes my ears feel happy.
Swing and sing and sweater days are sure.
the swings down the park have seen at-least 3 generations of children.
I sat, I stared. The dirt wasn’t especially interesting… but neither was anything else in my life. At this moment, all I could see was the dirt between my toes, blurred by tears.
is for kids ..in the park … again there r mood swings …. also swinging into 60s ….
My thoughts swing a lot. And i swing to it too. There are lot such of random thoughts that arent clear and very perturbing too. The swinging thoughts never stop.
Swing from the trees, from the skies, from a rope, a long beautiful piece of twine stretched out over the ocean, over the deep green and blue water, while sunny skies prevail.
She swung herself to and thru. One with the wind. Her hair cascaded down her back, shimmering in the sun. Her laugh echoed out across the valley. Jono listened and was silent.
I feel the world swinging around me as I walk through the empty hallways of the dorm, 6am. The sun rising, painting a new day that I’m not ready for. The words on my screen blurring in and out of focus as the clock in the lower right corner of my screen ticks on. Pita chips in the lounge. Replenish myself, then back to work on the homework due today.
A banana thingy when the monkeys are swinging in a tree in the jungle. The monkeys then starts dancing “swing” on the ground with each other, causing a massive blackhole, destroying the universe.
Swing with a swinger in the park on a swing with mood swings so it swings you over the swing into a parellel universe where everything swings so our still is their swinging and our swinging is their still because they have two competing moons, so they just keep swinging (which gives them excellent cor muscle strength).
when i think of a swing i think of a farm with due covered grass and crickets humming. It’s dusk and I’m a child with a dress on and black shoes, my socks have white frills and someone big is pushing me
Jensen looked out the van window as they passed a broken-down yard. In it was a swing lazily swinging in the breeze. The dead leaves that skittered across the sidewalk reminded him of his dead wife, Zoey, and at that instant he made eye contact with the Ninja babe.
playfulness happy joy love children playing in the park love compassion relationships jovial dance around having fun
air wind fast fun push up down child hood youth park outside rope kid friends
sometimes i like to go to the park. & pretend that i’m younger & having fun. but then, i get bored really fast, much like i used to on the swings. i remember once, i was dating this kid named Jordan DeLeon & he pushed me on the swing & i thought it was the most romantic thing in the world. i was young then. & happy.
I love playing on the swing.. i even love swing to music.. the swing in my park was my favorite spot to play as a kid. the swing always transported me to a diff world altogether..
Swing is when something moves in a swift motion, possibly at an angle (like a playground ‘swing’).
E.G. “Swing the bat, Jimmy””
sometimes i like to think that i’d go to a park just to swing on the swings. like i used to when i was younger. i like to think that i’m in a romantic or sad movie and someone i love will push me on that swing and i’ll be way happy. way too happy for my own good. that’d be wonderful.
I love to swing high in the air up and down up and down but someimtes when I stop, I get motion sickness for some rason but I don’t tell anyone because it’s really kind of stuid if you think about it. I think even my brother doesn’t get motion sickness from swinging and he’s the one that’s always complaining in the car. But I stil like swinging. I like the wind and stuff. I used to want to jump off but never really did and only learned in like the fifht grade or something like that. Even now I”m kind of scared of jumping off swings but I don’t tell anyone.
On the top of the hill, there was a swing. Nobody knows who built it there or when. It was there since … Always ! As kids, that was our best spot to play games and simply have fun.
I love to swing on a wooden swing. I love to see my daughter swing high on a swing because it reminds me that she is a free soul.
i come to the playground, look around and all that i see is a swing, a ball and a jumping rope. no kids. no families. no laughter. i sit down and swing to and, fro thinking about the true meanings of life, while the swing squeaks with every time i move.
swing. what can one possibly say? it brings up the classic, traditional swing that we are all used to as a kid. It also illustrates or points out that work shift that is in-between the morning (regular) and the pain night shift (or graveyard). Swing also is a famous dance that was brought into realization in the day.
going to and forth on that swing like memories that come and go in your head.
It stood there. The tree that had stood, for years and years. Silently watch me grow. From young swinging child on a tire. To bitter youth swinging tireless fists. But now I was an adult, and that limb of nature knew too much.
swings are great. broken swings can be fixed. swings are childhood flying. a broken swing a determined little girl a fixed swing a squeal of delight.