Thanks to Jone at Check it Out for hosting Poetry Friday this week!
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Life
has been on fast forward since I last posted—the many activities of May swooped
down and pecked up the minutes, and the days flew by. School is out now and my
boys and I are settling in for a nice, long, slow summer.
For
my jump back into Poetry Friday this week, I decided to share one of my
favorite summer poems. Swinging was one of my favorite things to do as a child,
and The Swing by Robert Louis Stevenson
captures every bit of the free-flying feeling that I remember so well.
by Robert Louis Stevenson (1850-1894)
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!
Unfortunately,
I won’t be doing much swinging this summer; last weekend on the first night of
a long-planned camping trip to the D.C. area, I stepped in a hole and ended up
in the ER. My husband and boys refused to go into the city without me, so we
came home the next day. Now I am relegated to a nice, comfy chair for the next
several weeks, and am looking forward to having more focused writing
time than I've had in a long time (yes, I am desperately searching for the
silver lining here!).
Wishing you all a happy (and safe) summer!
Wishing you all a happy (and safe) summer!