From a Railway Carriage by Robert Louis Stevenson from A Child’s Garden of Verses (1885)

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 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 for ever!

Robert Louis Stevenson

I'm sharing this poem with my young writers this week because it's awesome - it has a real sense of excitement - even around something as mundane as being on a train - I can't believe I haven't posted it already!

Have a great week, everyone! :)

A.J. 

Mightier than the Pen

The pen is no longer mighty
the world's moved on -

There's a new invention
more dangerous than a three-edged sword -
sharper than truth itself

It's the mirror to Medusa
Odin's and Narcissus' pool

So beware to the wise,
and to the beauteous fools

The quadruple-edged pixel
is the most dangerous of tools


A.J. Ponder

Have a great week everybody.

The Mirror

A reminder that the truth burns

And what better person to light the fire

than this sharp mirror?

If you haven't seen it, and can handle a few holds barred roast format - this White House Roast by Michelle Wolf is a thing of fierce beauty.

Have a great week people
A.J.