The Swing

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I love swings! Have I mentioned that before? I don’t think I have but I have loved swings my whole life. The summer I turned 10 we moved to an old farmhouse on four acres and when I say old I mean old…from the late 1800’s. My mother still lives there and this picture could be straight from her yard. There is a massive oak tree there and the summer we moved there my mom and dad hung an old plank swing on the perfect branch…nothing fancy, just 2 long chains and a board. It is still there today…43 years later. I am reminded of one of the poems my mom used to read to me and I will share it with you now.

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,