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Kids seen on a bench this afternoon.

2009.11.02
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Children, you are very little,
And your bones are very brittle;
If you would grow great and stately,
You must try to walk sedately.

You must still be bright and quiet,
And content with simple diet;
And remain, through all bewild'ring,
Innocent and honest children.

Happy hearts and happy faces,
Happy play in grassy places--
That was how in ancient ages,
Children grew to kings and sages.

But the unkind and the unruly,
And the sort who eat unduly,
They must never hope for glory--
Theirs is quite a different story!

Cruel children, crying babies,
All grow up as geese and gabies,
Hated, as their age increases,
By their nephews and their nieces.


Robert Louis Stevenson
12 Comments
thisismizb sweet!
thisismizb · 2009-11-02: 13:18
SADHYA I love this post. Lovely picture and great poetry by RLS.
SADHYA · 2009-11-02: 13:47
Tulpje Can you tell the girl on the right that I want her trousers!!
Tulpje · 2009-11-03: 06:04
pandka Really nice!
pandka · 2009-11-03: 07:08
itch4travel What are they looking at?
itch4travel · 2009-11-03: 08:46
farideh very nice
farideh · 2009-11-03: 12:36
megaera The nicest child I ever knew
Was Charles Augustus Fortescue.
He never lost his cap, or tore
His stockings or his pinafore:
In eating Bread he made no Crumbs,
He was extremely fond of sums,

To which, however, he preferred
The Parsing of a Latin Word--
He sought, when it was within his power,
For information twice an hour,

And as for finding Mutton-Fat
Unappatising, far from that!
He often, at his Father's Board,
Would beg them, of his own accord,

To give him, if they did not mind,
The Greasiest Morsels they could find--
His Later Years did not belie
The Promise of his Infancy.
In Public Life he always tried
To take a judgement Broad and Wide;

In Private, none was more than he
Renowned for quiet courtesy.
He rose at once in his Career,
And long before hus Fortieth Year

Had wedded Fifi, Only Child
Of Bunyan, First Lord Aberfylde.
He thus became immensely Rich,
And built the Splendid Mansion which

Is called The Cedars, Muswell Hill,
Where he resides in affluence still,
To show what everybody might
Become by SIMPLY DOING RIGHT.

Couldn't resist :)
megaera · 2009-11-03: 15:01
sydneylizzie Terrific post. And love both poems
sydneylizzie · 2009-11-04: 02:24
Eiram I love the photo, and the poems too:))
Eiram · 2009-11-04: 10:08
SusanM30 great photo
SusanM30 · 2009-11-04: 10:53
davidcardona lOvEly!
davidcardona · 2009-11-05: 10:43
ifpics Beautiful. Love the framing and the lights and shades!
ifpics · 2009-11-11: 06:41
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