The Swing

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!

Ivy on the rope swing

Up in the air and over the wall,
   Till I can see so wide,
Rivers and trees and cattle and all
   Over the countryside—Jane on rope swing


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!

5 comments on “The Swing

  1. says:

    great photos. Reading those lines takes me back a long way. I had forgotten how much I enjoy the rhythm of these older poems.

    • Jessie says:

      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. 🙂

  2. Rope swings and box kites — no trip on an airliner could ever match those for the joy of flight.

  3. Brought back fond memories. Thanks

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