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

R L Stevenson

Today was a travelling day. North to scoop up an exhausted daughter who has been working very hard at the Edinburgh festival and having 34 hours to turn her round and get her on a flight for Canada where she will be for the next four months. This was taken whilst whirling past such pretty countryside in the train and the poem is one I loved as a child and it always comes to mind when I'm in a long train journey