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!
Love the poem. When I was growing up, I loved swinging too. Used to run to the swings at recess every day. I used to go to the park, even after I could drive, to swing. Thanks for sharing this poem.ReplyDelete
I think swinging is a (surprising) universal past time!Delete
Luckily you can still swing in your imagination and celebrate with summer poetry, Becky! (And what better excuse to return to blogging, too.) Hope the road to healing is a speedy one for you. It's clear you're in good hands with that loving family of yours.ReplyDelete
Yes, my boys have been super helpful. Thanks, Michelle!Delete
What a great poem. I guess the silver lining is you have an excuse to sit and read. Hope you feel better soon.ReplyDelete
Thank you so much, Johnell!Delete
I've always loved the carefree mood of that poem. It's such a delightful celebration. Thanks for sharing it. I'm so sorry that your anticipated camping trip ended quickly with your injury. I hope you recover swiftly!ReplyDelete
Thank you, Molly--I am doing better and better every day!Delete
HA! How fun to find this poem twice in one roundup! You and Carol W. are on the same RL Stevenson page!!ReplyDelete
It is such a lovely poem, no wonder so many people love it!Delete
Nice to read this poem again. RLS has been a favorite since childhood.ReplyDelete
Sorry to hear that your camping trip was cut short. Take care and feel better soon.
Rats, what a spoiler, huh? That sort of happened to my husband last year (he carefully planned a three day camping trip/hike, and then got sick and had to cancel it). How are you feeling? Hope your imagination goes wild and you get a lot written!ReplyDelete
Thank you, Tabatha. I am getting a lot of writing, reading, and research done and am feeling better every day!Delete
RLS is a favorite of mine as well, Becky. Sorry to hear about your foot - focused writing time is a great silver lining. Feel better, soon! =)ReplyDelete
Yes--a bright silver lining! :-) Thank you, Bridget!Delete
Ugh, sorry to hear about the injury! But that is a good silver lining, right? =) I swing sometimes when I go the park w/my son, but I'm too afraid to get really going, b/c of his tendency to wander around and not pay attention. I'd feel awful if I mowed him down!ReplyDelete
Thank you, Leandra!Delete
Hope you're almost healed by now, Becky. Such fun to see this carefree poem, thanks for sharing!ReplyDelete
Thanks so much, Marcia! I am feeling *much* better!Delete
Get well soon, Becky! And thanks for this lovely poem. I love the swing.ReplyDelete
Thank you, Claudine!Delete
I love swinging and this poem by Stevenson is a great description. May your ankle heel and your writing soar to new heights!
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