SKYWATCH--The Swing

Have to say that nowadays when I do swing, usually accompanied by a child, the back and forth movement makes me a bit nauseated.  Nevertheless, while my little grandson (not this older boy) was swinging and happily being pushed by his mother, I snapped this photo of an enthusiastic swinger.  He made me think of the following poem, 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,

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!

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