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
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!
great photos. Reading those lines takes me back a long way. I had forgotten how much I enjoy the rhythm of these older poems.
I love his poems, and I think you are right, I think it’s the cadence that they have that makes me love them so much. That and my Grandma used to read them to me so I always hear them in her voice. 🙂
Rope swings and box kites — no trip on an airliner could ever match those for the joy of flight.
We got the rope swing covered so I guess next we have to check out box kites!
Brought back fond memories. Thanks