The very first book I ever owned was a book of poems by Robert Louis Stevenson
The poems were meant for children...or so I thought
Follow me in to this verse, and you will see what I mean....
The Swing
By Robert Louis Stevenson
How do you like to go up in a swing
Up in the air so blue
Oh, but I think it's the pleasantest thing
Ever a child can do.
Up in the air and over the wall,
Til I can see so wide...."
Can you remember that feeling?
Flying above the world on a swing?Were you a bird, or a pilot, or a circus performer?
The world around you was silent,
All you could hear was the wind rushing past
And your own joy
as you went higher and higher and higher.
Remember?
You felt as though you could do anything!
Be anyone!
Go anywhere!
So, go!
Capture that moment in your mind again!
Stretch your legs out in to the future and reach
Higher and higher and higher.
Don't look down!
Look out over the wall!
Turn your face to the sun!
Turn your ears to the thoughts that once again say all things are possible,
"up in the air and over the wall....."
And that's poetiquejustis
