Summer Poetry Slam 2013 Winner - Week 3
by: Wendy Fields
I'm moved whenever you are near
and I'm sent spinning - fast then slow.
What an exhilarating sensation.
Round and round I turn,
dizzy and giddy yet grounded to the earth.
The faster I spin the more electricity churns.
There's nothing boring, stagnant, or plain
about spending the day in an open field
when I've got you to keep me company.