Bed in Summer
by Robert Louis Stevenson
In winter I get up at night
And dress by yellow candle-light.
In summer, quite the other way,
I have to go to bed by day.
I have to go to bed and see
The birds still hopping on the tree,
Or hear the grown-up people's feet
Still going past me in the street.
And does it not seem hard to you,
When all the sky is clear and blue,
And I should like so much to play,
To have to go to bed by day?
I know this precious poem by heart and it floats thru my mind this time of year as the sun sets later and later. I learned Stevenson's poems with my first baby in the early 80's. We didn't have black out shades then. We had the off white pull down shades; the shades that tap tap tapped in the breeze and had a crochet ring pull.
Sleepy sweaty babes in a glowing bedroom.
Not so very bad, really.
I encourage you to learn this...and share it with the little ones in your life.
Or just enjoy it yourself. I enjoy it regularly. *wink
Donna Elsie