deer, headlights, etc. - pc-p 13

postcard: Castle of Mey
poem: Robert Louis Stevenson (1885) - To any reader

As from the house your mother sees 
You playing round the garden trees, 
So you may see, if you will look 
Through the windows of this book, 
Another child, far, far away, 
And in another garden, play. 
But do not think you can at all, 
By knocking on the window, call 
That child to hear you. He intent 
Is all on his play-business bent. 
He does not hear; he will not look, 
Nor yet be lured out of this book. 
For, long ago, the truth to say, 
He has grown up and gone away, 
And it is but a child of air 
That lingers in the garden there.

The postcard comes from a collection of several featuring the Queen Mother, which were bought on a visit to her castle up in Caithness.

The postcard, poem and recipient don't match at all today. After a very productive week, I fell asleep in the early evening, woke with a start and thought "I still need to post my poem", so it was all a bit rushed. The postcard was intended to got to a different recipient, with a different poem. I even forgot to put the author's name on it. But the person I now somewhat accidentally sent it to is an avid reader, so at least that part makes sense. Must pay more attention tomorrow.

NaPoWriMo - my version of it; sending a postcard-poem each day of November. Here is the how.