The Swing
Robert Louis Stevenson, 1885
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!
In chorus, I learned this poem by song! It is a fairly catchy tune which seems to glide sweetly like a swing! How interesting how the girl is standing on the swing and not sitting! Never seen that before!