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!
I spent hours on my swing set when I was a kid. Nothing compared to the exhilarating feeling of sailing up in to the air, then whooshing back down. Stevenson’s poem perfectly describes this glorious sensation. When my children were babies, they loved to hang out in their swing while I cooked dinner. Even now, with all our 21st century technology and gadgets available, kids still line up for their turn on the swings at the playground. Go outside today and swing, just for fun!
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5 thoughts on “Poetry Friday: The Swing”
This is one of my favorite poems ever. I also love to swing but I think I’ll have to wait until it’s a little cooler out there.
It’s pretty hot here, too. Maybe tomorrow! Thanks for stopping by.
It’s just a beautiful poem & I was just reciting the beginning to my granddaughter who just got a new play set in her backyard! Swinging is the best thing, I agree.
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Who didn’t love flying on the swing as a kid! Of course now it makes me motion sick, which is very sad. Very sad indeed.