Up in a Swing
July 3, 2009
My daughter on a swing at Carkeek Park
The old tire swing of 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 is 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!
Rosemary's Blog 
July 4, 2009 at 7:59 am
Another favorite poem of childhood. One of the best things about visiting my grandmother in the summer was her porch swing. I could sit out there for hours, watching the occasional car drive by, reading a book while inhaling the fragrance of the honeysuckle that vined around the porch posts. The other favorite place at that house was the grape arbor in the back yard. I know that there must be people in the West who have porch swings, grape arbors, and honeysuckle, but since we never have, I always associate them with my childhood and my grandmother in Pennsylvania…
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