34. The Swing
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, 5
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 10
Up in the air I go flying again,
Up in the air and down!
My first poetry I don't recall.
My first poetry memory is my first grade teacher, on my graduating, telling me never to give it up.
I know I wrote some that first year, but don't remember any.