To And Fro
I'm trying to get back into the swing of writing. (pun intended)
One of my favorite things to do as a child was swing on a swing, back and forth, higher and higher. The fear of falling was squashed by the exhilaration of being in control. It's a most carefree feeling. Robert Louis Stevenson apparently felt the same way:
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,
River 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!
-- Robert Louis Stevenson
That to and fro action wakes up your senses as you feel the air rush past your face, smell the dirt under your feet, hear the chains move in their hangers, and see the world from an ascending view. There is a beat to the back and forth, a beat that soothes the soul, not unlike the beat of a good rhyming poem.
This book will go back and forth between fixed forms and poems of my own design. Most, if not all, will rhyme, because as I like to say, it's my party and I'll rhyme if I want to.
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