“They shall splash at a ten-league canvas with brushes of comets’ hair”

Fred Sanders posts one of my favorite Kipling poems:

WHEN Earth’s last picture is painted, and the tubes are twisted and dried,
When the oldest colours have faded, and the youngest critic has died,
We shall rest, and, faith, we shall need it –lie down for an aeon or two,
Till the Master of All Good Workmen shall set us to work anew!

And those that were good shall be happy: they shall sit in a golden chair;
They shall splash at a ten-league canvas with brushes of comets’ hair . . .

Read the rest here.

Read more about Kipling here.

Or, maybe read Captains Courageous, a book perfectly suited to junior high boys.

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