The Swing
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!
Source: A Child's Garden of Verses (1999)
Remember the feel of your very first poem?
Remember the rhythm and rhyme?
Pleading with Mother to read it again
Feeling its music each time
Imagining every scene in your head
The rivers and garden and all
The words painted pictures so deep in your mind
Even though you were so small
How I would love to go back to those days
Back to when life was so new
How I would like to go up in a swing
Up in the air so blue!
submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, What Sparked Your Poetic Heart?
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!
Source: A Child's Garden of Verses (1999)
Remember the rhythm and rhyme?
Pleading with Mother to read it again
Feeling its music each time
Imagining every scene in your head
The rivers and garden and all
The words painted pictures so deep in your mind
Even though you were so small
How I would love to go back to those days
Back to when life was so new
How I would like to go up in a swing
Up in the air so blue!
submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, What Sparked Your Poetic Heart?
5 comments:
I was always the girl on the swing when I read this poem.
What a delightful response to the prompt, LM.
I love that you still have that first poem. The first book I ever read was "How Sam the Bear and Joe the Mouse Got Together" and I found a copy on eBay. It still works for me, just as I assume your poem works for you, Thanks
Mosk
This is so sweet and fun. I'd love to go back and enjoy a day again.
I used to love swings. Then, my brain shrunk as I aged, and last time I tried, thought I'd pass out. :) ~
I didn't mention it among my many early poetic influences, in my poem - but I was brought up on A Child's garden of Verses too. :) You have recaptured that verve and sweetness in your own poem.
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