This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at Utah chapter.
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!