Right behind our house there’s a pretty park, and during warmer days, my husband and I can hear kids laughing and playing (which are the best sounds of summer, really). It always reminds me of this sweet old poem:
The Swing
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!
(This poem is in the public domain. Source: http://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/136/pg136-images.html)