The Swing by Robert Louis Stevenson
I still have one bookcase full of books at my parents’ house. I found my copy of A Child’s Garden of Verses and was seized by a fit of nostalgia. (I memorized this poem when I was a little girl because I loved to 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!
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!
