I HAVE a little shadow that goes in and out with me,
And what can be the use of him is more than I can see.
He is very, very like me from the heels up to the head;
And I see him jump before me, when I jump into my bed.
The funniest thing about him is the way he likes to grow
Not at all like proper children, which is always very slow;
For he sometimes shoots up taller like an India-rubber ball,
And he sometimes gets so little that there’s none of him at all.
--Robert Louis Stevenson
Love it, and love the poem!
ReplyDeleteAwesome!
ReplyDeleteI can't tell you how often I think of this poem.
I tried to take a shadow picture at the beach, but it looked dumb, so I never posted it.