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 the air I go flying again,
Up in the air and down
The Swing
(1850 - 1894)
“Robert Louis Stevenson - born Robert Lewis Balfour Stevenson (November 13th, 1850 - 3rd December, 1894) - was a Scottish novelist, essayist, poet and travel writer. He is best known for works such as Treasure Island, Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde, Kidnapped and A Child’s Garden of Verses. Born and educated in Edinburgh, Stevenson suffered from serious bronchial trouble for much of his life, but continued to write prolifically and travel widely in defiance of his poor health. As a young man he mixed in London literary circles, receiving encouragement from Sidney Colvin, Andrew Lang, Edmund Gosse, Leslie Stephen and W. E. Henley, the last of whom may have provided the model of Long John Silver in Treasure Island. In 1890 he settled in Samoa where, alarmed at increasing European and American influence in the South Sea Islands, his writing turned from romance and adventure fiction towards a darker realism. He died of a stroke in his island home in 1894 at age 44. A celebrity in his lifetime, Stevenson’s critical reputation has fluctuated since his death, though today his works are held in general acclaim. In 2018 he was ranked just behind Charles Dickens as the 26th most translated author in the world.” He was such an amazing and fascinating man I read the above information and much more at this link.
GOod to see you back! I hope you had a great break.
ReplyDeleteThank you Angie, such a nice welcome :) much appreciated.
DeleteI remember that poem - and that feeling.
ReplyDeleteI always felt so carefree when on a swing :)
DeleteSo good to see a swing made into a poem. What a metaphor
ReplyDeleteI loved the poem and the picture. Thank you roentare :)
DeleteWelcome back! I love the poem. What a tragically short life Stevenson had, though he achieved a lot in it.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Janice, so kind of you :) Yes, tragically short! I am so appreciative that he left his amazing legacy.
DeleteWelcome back Denise. Nice AI and a good read from Robert Louis Stevenson.
ReplyDeleteThank you Margaret, so sweet of you :) appreciated very much!
DeleteWhat a delightful poem that is. It has been years since I've been on a swing.
ReplyDeleteYears and years and years for me :)))
DeleteCute image and poem. I still like to swing! Take care, have a great day!
ReplyDeleteThank you Eileen, you have a great day too :) I would love to try a swing again.
DeleteI was unfamiliar with this delightful verse, but Robert Louis Stevenson was a great part of my childhood as I read and reread “Treasure Island” and delighted in it every time. It was a great thrill for me the first time I ever visited Hispaniola.
ReplyDeleteHow wonderful David! :) I am imagining a young David reading this book, and later a visit to Hispaniola. Marvelous!
DeleteHurrah, you're back!!! I was getting so worried that I almost e-mailed you. Seems like you were gone for so long. I hope you have been well and had some good adventures while you took the blog break. Meanwhile, I made and posted my fairy/gnome garden. ere is the link to it.
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Aww, thank you so much Ginny :) I am late answering these comments and have been back for a while now, but it's so nice to get a welcome back. Thank you my friend. I am going to check out your link to your fairy gnome garden. Looking forward to seeing it very much.
Deleteseeing the word Kidnapped threw me back in time when I read many times, O. Henry's, Ransom of the Red Chief. I still think about that book
ReplyDeleteI don't remember that book Sandra. Thank you, I'm going to look that up :)
DeleteThis is such a captivating little poem. I remember how enthralled I was by his writings as a child happily lost in the stories he told. He died far too young with many more tales to tell but at least he knew his efforts meant something to so many.
ReplyDeleteIt is, very much so, and I am glad he knew his full worth :) Thank you Penelope!
DeleteHey Denise...happy to see your lovely post up you were missed.
ReplyDeleteHus Cecilia
So kind of you to say so, thank you Cecilia :) sending hugs!
DeleteI remember this poem -- I always loved that one!
ReplyDeleteIt is a wonderful little poem, I agree. Thank you Jeanie :)
DeleteGlad to have you back Denise with this beautiful poem!!
ReplyDeleteYou have also made an equally beautiful picture to match!
I liked that you also added information about the poet!!
Thank you for the lovely welcome back Katerina :) I am happy you enjoyed my post.
DeleteHe was a great writer. Treasure Island was a big success.
ReplyDeleteThank you Susan, this makes me want to read Treasure Island again :)
DeleteSweet poem and those swinging years are so special.
ReplyDeleteA very true statement, thank you Ellen :)
DeleteI hadn't heard of this one before. Those wonderful carefree days when our only concern was how high we could go.
ReplyDeleteThank you Hena :) very true!
DeleteI do not remember this poem but I sure remember the joy (and fun) of swinging. I used to love the swings. But, it has been a long time!! I am so very behind in blog reading and notice here you were on a break. Well, welcome back and I'm glad to be catching up a bit. Perfect timing:)
ReplyDeleteRemembering the fun and joy. I like that very much Jennifer :) I enjoyed mine also. Thank you for the welcome back. As you can see, I am way behind in catching up with reading my comments. Lovely to see you here and yes, perfect timing my friend.
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