My Giant Swing

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    I began to pump,
    First low, then high,
    Till my swing went over
    And brushed the sky—
    Around and around
    In a giant arc,
    Till I catapulted
    Clear out of the park.
    I lit on a steeple
    Far across town.
    And it took six firemen
    To get me down.

    [illustration] Illustrated by Jerry Harston