(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
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Up in the air so blue?
Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thing
Ever a child can do!
Photo by Adam HarringtonLike 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=======================================
3 comments:
Hey, no fair! It's winter, the roads are lousy, and I'm four hours from my nearest granddaughter in GOOD weather!
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...)
ronnie
Both are delightful - it's neat that Adrianne took a shot of that moment ... and your rhyme's pretty nifty, too. 8~)
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