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I'm Six
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Angela Hoffman


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Who can resist an empty swing,
especially the kind hung from a tree?

I glance around. No oneís in view.
I slide on, grab hold of the ropes,
lean back, kick my legs out straight,
then back,
again and again,
till they scrape the sky.
I tilt my head back,
see the blue and light filtering through
the pine that was a shoot
no bigger than my daughterís hand
the day she brought it home from school.

For a bit I forget, Iím sixty-something.
Iím six.


© by Angela Hoffman.
Used with the authorís permission.


Angela Hoffman has lived her entire life in rural Wisconsin. The pandemic and her retirement coincided, making the ground ripe for writing poetry. Angela committed to writing a poem a day during the pandemic, never realizing she would be doing so for more than two years. Her first book, Resurrection Lily, was just released and a second, OllyOllyOxen Free, is forthcoming in 2023. In addition to writing, Angela enjoys yoga, reading, painting, hiking, and searching for treasures at second-hand stores. Learn more about her at https://www.facebook.com/angelahoffmanpoet.


Post New Comment:
Jo:
Enjoyed your poem, Angela. I never pass up a swing.
Posted 10/07/2022 10:47 PM
Anastasia:
We all need time to play, no matter our age!
Posted 10/07/2022 12:50 PM
Lori Levy:
Great line about how your legs "scrape the sky" and how the passage of time is shown by the pine tree that was only a "shoot" when your daughter brought it home.
Posted 10/07/2022 12:44 PM
Sharon Waller Knutson:
I like the twist at the end of this poem. The reader thinks this is a poem about childhood and it turns out to be an aging poem. I love mystery and surprise in poetry and poems that aren't what they seem.
Posted 10/07/2022 12:32 PM
CamilleBalla:
I glance around. No ones in view. Good to let the kid out.
Posted 10/07/2022 11:27 AM
Jancan:
Yes! Sometimes it's wonderful to be six again--if only for a moment. This one made me smile.
Posted 10/07/2022 09:52 AM
Michael:
I like the cliche,"Age is just a number and mine is unlisted"! Feel that in this poem.
Posted 10/07/2022 09:10 AM
Wilda Morris:
I can identify with this! Ever so often, I get on the swing at the nearby elementary school and relive my childhood, too.
Posted 10/07/2022 09:00 AM
cork:
Thank you for the ride into my past.
Posted 10/07/2022 08:53 AM
Larry Schug:
Our young selves remain always. All we have to do is open the door and let them out to play
Posted 10/07/2022 08:06 AM
Cristina Norcross:
Oh, I loved this, Angela! (And I love swings, too. Any chance I get, I stop and go on a swing at 50-something).
Posted 10/07/2022 07:49 AM
paula:
I still love to swing!
Posted 10/07/2022 05:04 AM


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