I go to and fro
Seeing high and low
Swing takes above
And safely below!
High and low on par
We feel not even in car.
Swing and sing along
As fancies galore throng!
Hills and dales fascinate
Me! Nature turns my soul-mate
Inner being lost in thrill
Of movement and sweet will!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem