Monday, 28 May 2012

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!


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

1 comment:

  1. As an avid lover of swings (though sometimes I forget), I have to agree. And a swing out in the country is the best kind. :)