Add to the Beauty: Poetry, Picture

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