We fly on it..gripped by brown hemp..
Rope..as it....drives us up ever higher..
Against sky's..pale..blue eye..two..silk..
Filled hands....slows it down...we swing..
Our toes..we swing them out...over..
Valleys..low rich earthen floor..so one..
Shadow..slowly grows..to know our..
Carefree...happy sun washed..faces..
Is It Poetry
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