Arianna S.

Ropeswing

The thick, twisted rope
hanging down from
the tree branch high above
the lake water
lapping softly against
slippery rocks
gentle waves splashing against your skin
pushing you towards
stepping stones and shore
grasping the damp rope
pulling yourself up
wood chips, pine needles, dirt
coating your feet
like shoes
reaching the top of the hill
grasping the rope as
sun hits your face
tanning slightly sunburned skin
leaping off the ground
swinging down, leaning back
tucking and flipping back into the waves
water surrounding you
the sudden chill
causing you to gasp
popping up
the summer heat
warming your shoulders
the rope swinging
back and forth
swishing through the air




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