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.