Garbage Delight

We have been doing a lot of reading lately. Curled up in the chair in the livingroom, tucked into bed at night time or first thing in the morning, on a blanket in the back yard, even at the dinner table. As well as the usual stream of storybooks, Roald Dahl classics, and of course, Harry Potter, we have been beginning to explore poetry. Some classics, beautiful pictures painted with words, poets and genres that are new to us, and some poems just for fun.

I used to love poems by Dennis Lee when I was a child, and now William adn Charlie are enjoying him. Here is the favorite of the day, from Dennis Lee's Garbage Delight:

The Swing

The swing swings up
And the swing swings down
And the swing swings wishing-wings
High above town.

And when I go high
And I feel it sway
I'll hang for a minute
Or hang for a day

And when I go low
And I make it whizz
I'll come down forever
And feel it fizz

But the swing swings up
And the swing swings down
And the swing swings wishing-wings
High above town.

~Dennis Lee