poetry tuesday

I did not just like these poems as a child, I LOVED them.  Two of my favorite's Mom....thanks for  reading them to me over and over.  

Bed in Summer by Robert Louis Stevenson (A Child's Garden of Verses)

In winter I get up at night

And dress by yellow candle-light.

In summer quite the other way, 

I have to go to bed by day.

I have to go to bed and see 

The birds still hopping on the tree

Or hear the grown-up people's feet

Still going past me in the street.

And does it not seem hard to you,

When all the sky is clear and blue,

And I should like so much to play,

To have to go to bed by day?

One more, indulge me...

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!