March 23, 2023
Recently I saw a copy of the poem “Swing” by the writer, Robert Lewis Stevenson. It brought many thoughts and memories. I’m sure every mother has read this poem to her children and if not mothers need to. It goes like this---
How do you like to go up in the swing
Up in the air so blue?
Oh, I do think it is 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,