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H is for Hammock

It’s interesting being in a hammock.

Because most of the time you’re not.

In it, I mean.

 

There’s the bit where you are trying to get into it;

And you pull the side down

and nearly  get your leg over it

but can’t quite bring yourself to lift the other leg and

roll in

in case it turns right over and lands you on the grass again.

 

Then there’s the bit when you are trying to get out of it:

And you push the side down

And nearly get your leg over it

But can’t quite bring yourself to lift the other leg and

roll off

in case it turns right over and lands you on the grass again.

 

But the bit in the middle when you are in it

And rocking

And eating an ice cream

And the leaves in the tree above you are all shifty and shining

And the sun glints through them

And your toes are warm..

That’s cool.

 

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