I found this poem by Robert Louis Stevenson in a book I've been using for my art and I fell it love with it. I loved to swing when I was a child and this poem so sums up the feelings of childhood. My dad had made a swing set in our backyard and I'm sure many night that is where my mother would find me. I remember the cool breeze on my face and the wonderful sensation swinging would bring to my tummy. Oh to be young again!
Here is a picture of me in 1963 in our backyard swinging! That's my Mom & Dad in the background. I have no idea who would have taken this picture. Maybe my sister.
4 comments:
What a cute picture! You look like you're fully enjoying swinging. :)
That is just the most fantastic picture!
You are so lucky to have it!!!
Look how happy you are!
And is your mom working in her plaid skirt?
What a treasure!
That is my favorite poem. I had to memorize it in 4th grade and recite it to the class. When ever we go to the park, my kids get a kick out of me swinging on the swings. Your photo makes me want to get a photo of me swinging as an adult and then making a scrapbook page with that poem!
Ann, how precious! The picture of you swinging looks like you are having a joyous time. Weren't those swings the best...with the long chains/ropes? Beth & I have made contact and are going to exchange 3 ATC's. Now to make them...grin. I'm off to see your art blog now. Have a nice day!
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