(National Poetry Month, Day 7)

Yesterday was such a beautiful day in New Jersey, and although today is not quite as brilliant, I know that additional perfect spring days are on the way.

Spring days are the best days for riding swings, I think. We have a glider on our front porch, and now that I think about it, that’s the only swing I’ve ridden in quite a few years. I’ll have to do something to rectify this situation soon.

In the meantime, I’ll just enjoy this poem that I’m sure we all know and love!

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!