I love to swing so high, so high, That all the world is turned around; My feet are standing on the sky, And far above me is the ground. I love to swing so high, and see The leafy boughs go rushing by, And view the world beyond the tree, With nothing near me but the sky. Up, up I go,and hardly stir For one long happy second; then With a delicious rush and whirr The world turns right side up again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VARIATIONS: 12 by CONRAD AIKEN CONTRA MORTEM: THE COMING OF SNOW by HAYDEN CARRUTH NOT TRANSHISTORICAL DEATH, OR AT LEAST NOT QUITE by HAYDEN CARRUTH BEARING LEAVES AGAIN by DAVID IGNATOW THOUGHTS OF A TINY PIG by DAVID IGNATOW TO SAMUEL COLERIDGE UPON HEARING HIS 'SOME I FEEL LIKE A MOTHERLESS..' by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |