The Swing by Robert Louis Stevenson, 1850 - 1894

(My father used to recite this poem for me. Here we are, together, in Louisville)

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! 


             Till I can see so wide, 
Up in the air and over the wall, 
River and trees and cattle and all 



Till I look down on the garden green, 
Over the countryside—

              Down on the roof so brown—

              Up in the air and down!

Up in the air I go flying again,