Swing | A poem by Eve Merriam, 1916 -92


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


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

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