Poems

If you want to learn a poem over the next few days then here are two short ones - you can choose the one you like best and recite it to me next week!

Bed in Summer
 by Robert Louis Stevenson

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?

From a Railway Carriage
 by Robert Louis Stevenson

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!