Monday, 13 October 2008

From a Railway Carriage

Whilst we were on holiday in North Yorkshire, we were able to go and see some old steam trains. It reminded me of a poem I read when I was very young and one that I thought was really clever. It was written by Robert Louis Stevenson. 1850-1894.

From a Railway Carriage

Faster than fairies, faster than witches,
Bridges and houses, hedges and ditches;
And charging along like troops in a battle
All through the meadows the horses and cattle:
All of the sights of the hill and the plain
Fly as thick as driving rain;
And ever again, in the wink of an eye,
Painted stations whistle by.
Here is a child who clambers and scrambles,
All by himself and gathering brambles;
Here is a tramp who stands and gazes;
And here is the green for stringing the daisies!
Here is a cart runaway in the road
Lumping along with man and load;
And here is a mill, and there is a river:
Each a glimpse and gone forever!

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