This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at Utah chapter and does not reflect the views of Her Campus.
Blue sky,
Blue silks.
My feet glide over,
The green grass.
Where to hang?
There, a great willow
Its tree branches high enough
To fasten my swing.
I sit,
Caressed by the sling
As I look at over yonder.
I take the hammock
In my hands.
With my legs,
Give it a spin.
Up n’ over I go,
Hand up high
Switch it around
And perch.
Pull up,
A literal pull up.
Invert now
Till the silk rests on the hips
Holding me in place.
In a straddle,
Crochet that leg!
Now the other!
Crunch your abs
And reach your hands above your legs.
Pulling with all my strength
Hips thrusting,
Legs pushing,
Look,
I’m a diaper baby!