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As far back as I can remember, this swing was hanging from the old apple tree in front of Mom and Dad's barn, and was enjoyed by my siblings and friends. It always called to me and I spent hours traveling back and forth lost in daydreams. One of my early school teachers read us a wonderful poem, The Swing by Robert Lewis Stevenson: How do you like to go up in a swing, Up in the air so blue? Oh, I do think it's 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 back down. I memorized the poem and recited it silently as I traveled higher and higher. A few years ago the old apple tree branch became tired and the swing had to be moved to a neighboring tree where it is being enjoyed by the next generation of children. When I see it I'm reminded of a time of innocence long ago and gentle poetry by Robert Louis Stevenson. Giclee edition of 500 signed and numbered reproductions image size 8' x 10" unframed $45 framed $145
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