Saturday, January 26, 2008


(With sincere and abject apologies to the ghost of 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!

Photo by Adam Harrington

Like up in the air on my mamma's feet,
Up on her tickling toes,
While the sky so fair behind my hair
Echoes our happy glow.

Photo by Adrianne Harrington



Mike said...

Hey, no fair! It's winter, the roads are lousy, and I'm four hours from my nearest granddaughter in GOOD weather!

ronnie said...

WONDERFUL photos and the poem is so absolutely perfect for them. It really brightened up a very grey and cloudy day as we wait for another storm to hit (this one will miss you, Mike, so hunker down until it's your turn again...)


Nostalgic for the Pleistocene said...

Both are delightful - it's neat that Adrianne took a shot of that moment ... and your rhyme's pretty nifty, too. 8~)