The Swing by Robert Louis Stevenson (1850 - 1894)
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!
{A quick stop at the park for some playground fun}
2 comments:
Like your new header, Baby Bird is certainly growing up - except I do miss the ice-creamy, screamy face.
How lovely to meet you Miss Homebird! :-)
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