Thursday, March 24, 2011

The X-static Tree

I don't know about you, but trees make me X-static.
So X-static, that I wrote a poem:
The X-static Tree
(scratch that, too unpoetic)

I'm swinging on the happy tree,
in love with everything I see.

White, fluffy clouds and bright blue sky
reach out for me as I fly by.

With heav’n above and earth below,
I sail as high as I can go.

And I’m a plane, a bird, a kite…
a red balloon, the first starlight.

I chase the sun and catch it, then
I let it chase me back again.

It captures me, but I don’t care;
I’m always happy in the air.

I know my home is safe and sound,
just waiting for me on the ground.

And life is sweet as sweet can be,
flying high and floating free...

swinging on the happy tree.

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Gattina said...

What a joyful post ! Now I'll swing on my chair !

Tracy said...

I love the freedom of swinging

Jen said...

Makes me wanna swing! Sweet poem and sweet pics.

Jackie said...

Swinging is so enjoyable even at our age :)

Jocelyn Christensen said...

Great poem...I love to swing!

Theresa Plas said...

Love this post! So happy and free swinging:)

jen said...

I pulled your blog and Emilisq's up at the same time. Louis Armstrong played as I read Em's entry. When you read it, read it with that in mind. It's kinda funny.
And I love the trees.

Coralie Cederna Johnson said...

Happy Happy Happily swinging under a blue sky! Reminds me of the swing my father built for me when I was a youngster...wonderful memories! Thank you!
Happy X Day!

Unknown said...

I love that swinging children always seem to be smiling in pictures.

Ames said...

To feel the sun on our faces and wind rushing by. Oh to be a child in that swing, soaring way up high!~Ames

Unknown said...

Reminds me of so many hours swinging on the giant swing set my Dad made. He worked for the power company and had them come out and bury power poles for it. The swings were about 30 feet high. It would take some serious pumping but once we were up there we were way up there.
Now I'm just a big swinging chicken!

Sue McPeak said...

I like the way you Cheated on the Letter X! Great photos to swing along with your poem! Well done!

- Jessi - said...

Love this post and who doesn't love to swing!

Unknown said...

Ah, Sue...thank you for the memories. It was on the swings of my youth that I found temporary reprieve of the insanity of my world. Loved this to pieces!

Renegades said...

What a happy post. Nice job.

Su-sieee! Mac said...

Such a lovely sweet poem, Sue. I like the photos and illustrations you have to go with it. It reminds me why I liked swinging and climbing trees so much as a kid. :-)

Lisa H. said...

I wanna go to Mom's house right now and sit in the swing attached to the big tree by the pond. When I swing really high, all the stresses of the day fly away. You're never too old to swing in the Happy Tree!

RedTedArt said...

Oh what a lovely and cheery post!! Full of smiles and leaving with a smile on my face too!!



Wendy said...

The music came on just as started to read the poem. The music made me smile as I looked at the pictures and read the words of everyone of them "flying" in some way.

Mari's World said...

Great post! Do you know how difficult it is to capture your child smiling on a swinging swing. I spend hours trying to get the right shot and still haven't got it!
Love that picture of a tree at the beginning - beautiful

Annesphamily said...

You really have a beautiful family! I am glad you stopped by and I am going to love stopping by your place. Hugs Anne

yaya said...

Love the poem, the sweet pics and the music! Fun! I love to swing and every time I do I smile until I'm reminded how motion sick it makes me!

Pat said...

Beautiful, happy pictures...I don't think we ever outgrow the fun of swinging under a blue sky!

Grandma Honey said...

I think this is a great way to describe a joyful life, whether we have trees or not. It also reminds me how we need to be more like children and live in the moment.

Sunny Simple Life said...

Lovely. Thanks for sharing that with all of us.

alpinekleins said...

The poem matches my sentiments of the swing exactly, I can practically feel the breeze from here :)

You really should publish you know!


alpinekleins said...

Ooops! How did I forget that you are ;)



Em said...

Made me think of the giving tree:)

People Who Know Me Would Say: said...

You have a gift for capturing the eyes and heart of a child.

Grandma Yellow Hair said...

Makes me want to go outside and swing. Lovely poem. As always I love my visits here.
I now have to check out your giveaway
Love ya

Judie said...

Sue, everyone needs to swing on the happy tree. I loved your post!

Cheryl D. said...

Love it!

Pondside said...

I'd love to swing on a Happy Tree - the poem is joyful.

Splendid Little Stars said...

reminds me when I was a kid and I'd swing and swing and dream of flying--flying up high and away.

Lourie said...

I don't know what I love more...the pictures or the poem. Both are fantastic.

Jenny said...

Well, just...darn!

I hope my memorizer still works. I'm still reciting Robert Louis Stevenson to my Grands when they swing, you know? "Up in the air I go flying again..."

But now I will have to get that out of my head and memorize yours because I totally and completely LOVE IT!


You are the master, Miss Sue.

Or the mistress.

But mistress sounds kind of like you are cheap and possibly dirty and I know you aren't so I'm going to stick with master.


Loved this link.

Really, really superb rhymes and pictures.


Move over Robert! There's a new swinging poet in town.