Most of us have childhood memories about swinging.
In the backyard of my parents house there was an iron pole swing set.
How I loved to fly through the air on that swing!
It was scary but oh so satisfying.
At my paternal grandparents house, there was a wooden swing with two seats facing each other.
Oh boy, we loved going on that!
Today, I get to push my little granddaughter in a swing in our backyard when she comes to visit but she doesn't like to go fast!
My late Mom could recite Robert Louis Stevenson's poem "The Swing" by heart.
Here it is:
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,
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!