The Swing

The Swing. Pierre Auguste Renoir. 1876.


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!

One thought on “The Swing”

  1. 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!

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