Is there too much story line for this to be poetry?

Joy at the Park

With her feet at a skewed angle,
her head tilted back, she pumped
the swing higher and higher.
 
As she went forward the wind
carried her hair straight out
behind her like long lines
of geese in winter skies.
 
At the apex of the arc,
for a split-second of time,
she stopped, the world stopped,
and she could see to heaven.
 
When she swung back
her long auburn locks
wrapped around her chin,
into her open mouth, and
 
hugged her squeezed-shut eyes
so tight that they welled
with tears.  It was the squeal
and laughter that lifted
her “papa” to the same heights.

Dennis I like how this poem jumps right into action... an activity universal in nature.  Been there, done that... and Grandpa pushing...  No, not too much story line for me.  Maybe delete line 9 because we understand that without being told.  Papa in last stanza jolted me.  I was so into child/swing/joy that I resented his presence.  Consider letting us know early on that he is present then his Joy At The Park may fit better.  Write On.  Dewell

Not too much story line for me.  I liked the specificity of the detail.  "Long lines of geese in winter skies".  Good one.

I am with Dewell.  Papa needs to come earlier or stay home.  I vote stay home.

Is there a way to end with a squeal of laughter that lifts the reader to the heights?

I think Karen and Dewell nailed it:   no Papa or Papa in the distance at a picnic table writing notes
for his poem to be carefully crafted later.  

An ee cummings poem stayed with me:   about a Balloon man. . . . he wheeled high and free!   I
can't check it from here.   When children are swinging, they are high and free and loving every
hair in their faces.   Might want to check that poem out.  It captures high and free.  I probably have
not quoted it exactly.  

Beautiful.  Papa's description:   very nice imagery. 

Fun imagery.  

Have you every read The Poet's Child?   Such a poem could go into that book.   : )

Dennis

I would try a version without the last two stanzas.

Todd

To all,   I think I hear from all that I should have stopped before the last two stanzas.  I was intent on the event being shared with someone (me, grandpa, papa) that I felt compelled to stick me in there. I think this is what happens so often to us as poets. We are trained to be writers first, story tellers if you will, so we want to make sure we leave nothing up to the reader.  We tell the reader what to see, feel, think, know, and every other emotion imaginable. Thank you one and all. 
One of my favorite movies is "My Cousin Vinny" and I like the part where he tells the judge, "I think I get it."  The judge replies, "No, you don't,"  and throws him in jail.  I'm afraid I (maybe we) are like that. We may get it for right now, but next time it happens all over again.  Because of that, I really appreciate you guys.  BTW, I only like the version of that movie with the G rating in case you are familiar with it.  The other version is TOO strong for my taste.