Any excuse to bring back an old school favourite,

From A Railway Carriage


Faster than fairies, faster than witches,
Bridges and houses, hedges and ditches;
And charging along like troops in battle,
And through the meadows and 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 there is the green for stringing the daisies!
Here is a cart run away 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!




RL Stevenson 1850-1894