Poems

On the swing sits a child.
It can not go, it can not stand.
It is lame and blind.
It sits for the first time on the swing.
But it does not matter, say the people, the poor child is lame and blind!
Why not rock it anyway, asks the supervisor.
And the child rocks and laughs and exclaims quite excitedly:
I feel the wind! I feel the wind!

(Do Solis-Rangel)