The Swing – A Viator Poem

Surrounded by sunflowers

Sitting on a swing

Toes dragging in the dirt

My mind wandering on her

I try to gather courage

Surrounded by sunflowers

Toes drawing hearts in the dirt

Wishing she was at my side

Toes retracing her name

Seeing her sitting on this swing

Surrounded by sunflowers

Just snuggling with me

Sun high in the sky

A shadow passes over me

“May I join you?” she asks

Surrounded by sunflowers

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