Licht Years

where are you going, where have you been?

where memories linger

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where memories linger

My brother Aaron swung me high and hard
Toward tops of trees, until I almost flew
Into the blue of sky above our yard.
I peaked, then roller-coasted down and through
My squeals that sprinkled on the distant ground.
I tilted, lurched, then fought to grab the rope
And stop my fall. The tire spun around
With wild abandon. I could only hope
That God or Aaron (either one would do)
Could soften up the oak tree’s matchbox bark
Which planned a terrifying rendezvous
Somewhere within the tire’s final arc.
I closed my eyes and never found out why
The oak tree stepped aside to let me by.

~Gene Fehler

11 thoughts on “where memories linger

  1. Kate

    We had a tire swing in our back yard. I don’t know how I stood being swung around in circles back then—just the thought of getting dizzy makes me car sick now! Beautiful photo!

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