Farewell To The Farm

The coach is at the door at last;
The eager children, mounting fast
And kissing hands, in chorus sing:
Good-bye, good-bye, to everything!

To house and garden, field and lawn,
The meadow-gates we swang upon,
To pump and stable, tree and swing,
Good-bye, good-bye, to everything!

And fare you well for evermore,
O ladder at the hayloft door,
O hayloft where the cobwebs cling,
Good-bye, good-bye, to everything!

Crack goes the whip, and off we go;
The trees and houses smaller grow;
Last, round the woody turn we sing:
Good-bye, good-bye, to everything!

by Robert Louis Stevenson

Comments (1)

Oh, yes, you put a smile on my face! ! ! I read this poem over and over as a child and dearly loved it. I wanted a farm that I never had to say farewell to, however. Robert Louis Stevenson wrote many poems that children promptly fell in love with and wanted parents to read them to them at night- -that man was multi-talented, writing for children is not easy!