Spinning

Why do I so enjoy spinning,
On a chair designed for sitting,
Or a playground toy unfitting?
With the trees all whirling round,
The Doppler shifting sound,
And the sense I've left the ground.

Maybe I feel like I'm winning,
When I see the whole world spinning
Around me.

©2002 Bob Mason

Murphy Park, Modesto
3/3/02

I was reminded of this poem today as I watched my little girl playing on the very playground toy I used to spin on when I was just a little older than she. It has slight safety modifications, but it still works great!