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!

 

That's one of the poems, written by Robert Louis Stevenson, that I memorized 'way back when.  It's what came to mind today as John put in this marvelous swing for Luci. 

And, I recited it as the kids swang  swung  went up in the air and down.  (Oh, Mom!  Do you have to do that?!   Yes.  Yes, I do.)

It's right next to Luci's tree house, and sails out over the hill and meadow below.  The ropes are 20 feet long!  A good, wonderful swing.

And, of course, the neighbor's dopey dog, Gator, joined us.  He had just played in the creek and came over, all smelly and wet.  (oh joy)

I found this on the swing tree!  Love it.  I had no idea that John carved this a few months ago: