Swing | A poem by Eve Merriam, 1916 -92

Geoff Robbinson, Swing, Play Equipment Wicksteed Park, UK, 1923

Swing

Swing me, swing me, swing me round,
I don’t want my feet to touch the ground.

Swing me an hour, swing me some more,
swing me until a quarter past four.

Swing me till summer, swing me through fall,
I promise I’ll never get tired at all.

 Eve Merriam, 1916 – 92