Beautiful poem about lost childhood.

To Any Reader - Robert Louis Stevenson. Click READ MORE. 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.

Beautiful Poem by Brain Patten - The Geography Lesson

A brilliant poem ...

Nothing Gold Can Stay. Childhood! Ponyboy! The Outsiders! Robert Frost!

Childhood memories!! One of the 1st times I understood the power of a poem.

Robert Frost - Nothing Gold Can Stay