I'll Swing Until . . .

. . . I reach the moon.
I'll glide up to the stars.
I'll pump my legs to venus
and push myself to mars.
My swing will be my spaceship.
The wind will be my guide.
And I will be the pilot
and wave to passersby!

  A poem by Peggy Robbins Janousky.


mom said...

Awwwwww. LOVE that poem! Perfect with the pics.

Grandma Kathy said...

Maddox you are growing up so quickly! We love the pictures. Can't wait to see you this week!