The Swing

It may seem trivial, but has anyone ever noticed what fun a person has when he or she sits and swings up and down?  Stevenson captured the feeling in his poem "The Swing".  Swinging is so close to flying: What's not to like?  
After moving and settling down, a swing is put up: It is a marker, a small monument, that this is home.  

                                         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 country side --

    

                                                      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!

    

Sources:

Stevenson, Robert Louis, and Tasha Tudor. A Child's Garden of Verses. New York: Simon and Schuster, 1999. Print.