The Swing | A poem by Robert Louis Stevenson, 1885
Andy Warhol, Kids on Swings, 1946.
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,
Up in the air and down!
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Robert Louis Stevenson, The Swing, 1885
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