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!

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