Whenever Auntie moves around,
Her dresses make a curious sound,
They trail behind her up the floor,
And trundle after through the door.
(Robert Louis Stevenson)
More Poetry from Robert Louis Stevenson:
- After Reading Antony and Cleopatra (Robert Louis Stevenson Poems)
- About The Sheltered Garden Ground (Robert Louis Stevenson Poems)
- At the Sea-Side (Robert Louis Stevenson Poems)
- Dedication (Robert Louis Stevenson Poems)
- Foreign Lands (Robert Louis Stevenson Poems)
- I Know Not How, But As I Count (Robert Louis Stevenson Poems)