13 August 2009

Since It's Summer...

...this poem came to mine. I've loved it since childhood. Don't know what brought it to mind lazing out in the pool; maybe looking across at the swingset. Anyway, enjoy!

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!

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