Treasure Island Robert Louis Stevenson Book
by Robert Louis Stevenson

Considered, Adventure. Classic. What is to say but that children no longer do so. What a waste, an entire planet full up with endless books, and of dribble, made from dead beings in a once vital world, a rare few worth the reading. Liken Dickens, Conan Doyle, Sewell & Austin (the documenters). He, a sick child, had a wondrous mind, guided by a troubled and fighting heart. A must read.

The Land of Counterpane
by Robert Louis Stevenson
When I was sick and lay a-bed,
I had two pillows at my head,
And all my toys beside me lay,
To keep me happy all the day.

And sometimes for an hour or so
I watched my leaden soldiers go,
With different uniforms and drills,
Among the bed-clothes, through the hills;

And sometimes sent my ships in fleets
All up and down among the sheets;
Or brought my trees and houses out,
And planted cities all about.

I was the giant great and still
That sits upon the pillow-hill,
And sees before him, dale and plain,
The pleasant land of counterpane.

He was a very unusual man and dies on Samoa I think. He was Scottish but due to ill health lived in several places like Europe, California and the South Seas.
Few know he had a deep philosophical side and wrote some mysterious tales just called Fables. One was called Song of the Morrow and was a favourite of PD Ouspensky and is quite mystical.
Cheers, R.