Akoot Famous Writers

A Child's Garden


R. L. Stevenson
--The Muse Among the Motors (1900-1930)


Now there is nothing wrong with me
Except--I think it's called T.B.
And that is why I have to lay
Out in the garden all the day.


Our garden is not very wide,
And cars go by on either side,
And make an angry-hooty noise
That rather startles little boys.


But worst of all is when they take
Me out in cars that growl and shake,
With charabancs so dreadful-near
I have to shut my eyes for fear.


But when I'm on my back again,
I watch the Croydon aeroplane
That flies across to France, and sings
Like hitting thick piano-strings.


When I am strong enough to do
The things I'm truly wishful to,
I'll never use a car or train
But always have an aeroplane;


And just go zooming round and round,
And frighten Nursey with the sound,
And see the angel-side of clouds,
And spit on all those motor-crowds!

Written by Rudyard Kipling (1865-1936)

<----> SEND THIS POEM TO A FRIEND! <---->

Rudyard Kipling Poets Page