The Swing

Every child loves to soar in the air on a swing.  It somewhat fulfils the longing that all of us humans have: to fly. 

The Swing

by Robert Louis Stevenson

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. 


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