Every child loves to soar in the air on a swing. It somewhat fulfils the longing that all of us humans have: to fly.
How do you like to go up in a swing,
Up in the air so blue?
Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thing
Ever a child can do!
Up in the air and over the wall,
Till I can see so wide,
Rivers and trees and cattle and all
Over the countryside—
Till I look down on the garden green,
Down on the roof so brown—
Up in the air I go flying again,
Up in the air and down!
This poem is one of my mom’s favorites. Her grandmother (my great-grandmother) used to recite it to her when she was a little girl. Now my mom reads it to us. I posted this poem in honor of my mother and great-grandmother.