Faster than fairies, faster than witches
Barns and houses, hedges and ditches;
Charging along like troops in a battle
On 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.
I found this lineart picture an ancient book of illustrated children's poetry. I especially love this picture because it reminds me of my own children and some of the pictures I drew of them when they were tiny.
