Play Time

When the voices of children are heard on the green
And laughing is heard on the hill,
My heart is at rest within my breast,
And everything else is still.

~Play Time by William Blake

I had been watching her for a while, she noticed as soon as I got the camera out.  "Just keep playing," I said!

Grapevine Swing

Swinging in the grapevine swing,
Laughing where the wild birds sing,
I dream and sigh
For the days gone by,
Swinging in the grapevine swing.

The Grapevine Swing  by Samuel Minturn Peck

I found this poem the other day, so I had to do another swing video!

The Swing - Revisited

                                                    
                                                                   

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,

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!

Winter Beauty

Black are my steps on silver sod;
Thick blows my frosty breath abroad;
And tree and house, and hill and lake,
Are frosted like a wedding cake.

~Robert Louis Stevenson (Winter Time)

In a Wonderland they lie

post title taken from Through the Looking Glass

Autumn frosts have slain July

post title from Through the Looking Glass

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,

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!