The Swing

April is National Poetry Month. This was my Mom's favorite poem. She said she loved to swing and would recite this poem over and over again as she did. I remember singing songs.
In my last post, SebastianJoshua made a comment and this classic poem came to mind.
Swinging is such a happy activity for children.



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,
River 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!