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For some reason I thought of this poem today, one of my absolute favorites from my childhood:
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,
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!
Maybe it's today's cool breeze coming in the window and the sun coming out from behind the clouds now and then that made me think of this. I always get the feeling I am actually swinging when I read this poem -- I have a sense of freedom in soaring up high and being able to see clearly what is on the other side of the wall, and a feeling of air rushing past me as I swing up and down. Unfortunately, I can no longer swing like I used to when I was a child, as I get sick to my stomach when I do -- growing up was never so irritating! -- but at least I can remember the joy of it when I read this poem!
Wheeee!
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!
Maybe it's today's cool breeze coming in the window and the sun coming out from behind the clouds now and then that made me think of this. I always get the feeling I am actually swinging when I read this poem -- I have a sense of freedom in soaring up high and being able to see clearly what is on the other side of the wall, and a feeling of air rushing past me as I swing up and down. Unfortunately, I can no longer swing like I used to when I was a child, as I get sick to my stomach when I do -- growing up was never so irritating! -- but at least I can remember the joy of it when I read this poem!
Wheeee!
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Date: 2005-05-12 03:00 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2005-05-12 03:39 pm (UTC)From:*sigh* those were the days!
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Date: 2005-05-12 05:51 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2005-05-12 06:46 pm (UTC)From:Look at the way the lines go loooooooooooooooong-short-loooooooooooong-short like a swing. Wonderful, thanks for sharing :)
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Date: 2005-05-14 01:35 am (UTC)From: