Rusty
I were better to be eaten to death with a rust than to be scoured to nothing with perpetual motion.
William Shakespeare
The Swing
The Swing
Author: Robert Louis Stevenson – 1850-1894
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!
