To go both back and forth I need a swing
that takes me far away from standing still,
while feeling safe as hands each tightly cling
but not completely free from danger’s thrill.

To go first up then down I seesaw need
that always brings me back to starting place
while upward longings upward sooner plead
but not so swift as safety to outpace.

To go a-round I need a merry-go-
that spins me off into another world
while dizzying delights most madly flow
but not enough to leave me baby curled.

No lovelier a day than boxing sand
with loving people playing near at hand.