And so I got to revisit all my books, like the ones I saved from when the kids were little. The battered old board-book - A Child's Garden of Verses by Robert Louis Stevenson - is one.
I'll bet you can recite with me:
How do you like to go up in a swing,
Up in the air so blue?
O, 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,
Rivers and trees and cattle and all
Over the countryside -
Till I look down on the garden green,
Down on the roof so brown --
Up in the air I go flying again,
Up in the air and down!
Of speckled eggs the birdie sings
And nests among the trees;
The sailor sings of ropes and things
In ships upon the seas.
The children sing in far Japan
The children sing in Spain;
The organ with the organ man
Is singing in the rain.
And finally, this one kids throughout the northern hemisphere must be thinking, if not reciting, at this time of year:
Bed in Summer
In winter I get up at night
And dress by yellow candlelight.
In summer quite the other way
I have to go to bed by day.
I have to go to bed and see
The birds still hopping on the tree
Or hear the grown-up people's feet
Still going past me in the street.
And does it not seem hard to you,
When all the sky is clear and blue,
And I should like so much to play,
To have to go to bed by day?
I must keep this old relic of a book handy so that I can introduce it to my grand-baby when he next comes to visit (although at 15 months, he may be a little young... oh well).
This is a post for Poetry Friday.
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