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!
Poem from A Child's Garden of Verses
by Robert Louis Stevenson
Mom loved to swing and we did so together on our trips to parks. She made me promise to be sure to swing at least once a year. I read this poem at her service at the funeral home the night before her funeral.
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!
Poem from A Child's Garden of Verses
by Robert Louis Stevenson
Mom loved to swing and we did so together on our trips to parks. She made me promise to be sure to swing at least once a year. I read this poem at her service at the funeral home the night before her funeral.
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!
Poem from A Child's Garden of Verses
by Robert Louis Stevenson
Mom loved to swing and we did so together on our trips to parks. She made me promise to be sure to swing at least once a year. I read this poem at her service at the funeral home the night before her funeral.
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!
Poem from A Child's Garden of Verses
by Robert Louis Stevenson
Mom loved to swing and we did so together on our trips to parks. She made me promise to be sure to swing at least once a year. I read this poem at her service at the funeral home the night before her funeral.
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