Swinging on our play set with my youngest recently brought back a flood of memories of enjoying this as a girl. During recess it was one of my favorite activities. I would pump my legs so hard with my toes pointed towards the white puffy clouds in a blue sky. I was sure I could touch them if I just pumped hard enough. Or maybe my toes could brush the wings of a bird.
The feeling of weightlessness as I went swung back down, my hair blowing in the breeze was exhilarating. What a carefree feeling! Robert Stevenson has a beautiful poem about swinging I thought you might like.
 |
| image |
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,
River 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!
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,
River 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!
Robert Louis Stevenson
Hoping your day includes something fun, too!
