The Journey

I never saw the hills so far,

And blue, the way the pictures are;

And flowers. flowers, growing thick,

But not one for me to pick!

The land was running from the train,

All blur through the windowpane;

And then it all looked flat and still,

When up there jumped a fittle hill!

I saw the windows, and the spires,

And sparrows sitting on the wires,

And fences running up and down;

And then we cut straight through a town

I saw a Valley, like a cup;

And ponds that twinkled, and dried up.

I counted meadows that were burnt;

And there were trees, and then there werent!

We crossed the bridges with a roar,

Then hummed the way we went before,

And tunnels made it dark and light,

Like penwork of day and night;

Until I saw the chimneys rise,

And lights and lights and lights, like eyes.

And when they took me through the door,

I heard it all begin to roar.

I thought, as far as I could see,

That ev'rybody wanted me!