This is the first poem I learned from a small book of poems when I was about 5. I still like it. Do you remember how much fun it was to swing, even from an old tire swing under a tree? Have a nice weekend.
Maggie
The Swing
by Robert Louis Stevenson
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!