Sunday, 7 September 2014

The Swing - A poem

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,
River 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!


By Robert Louis Stevenson

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