Magic Machine

It looks like an old tire swing

But it’s really a magic machine

That can transport you

Anywhere your imagination can go

I’ve sailed away to lands afar

Swinging in an old tire from a car

Told my secrets to the tree limbs

As I rocked back and forth in the wind

Planned my future revisited my past

Sometimes swinging slow, sometimes fast

Laughed for hours with my sister

Spinning each other like a twister

Sometimes still when I run across one

I pause for a moment to reflect on the fun

That can be had in an old tire swing

Twirling or swinging in that magic machine



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