Saturday, June 24, 2017

June Poetry

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?

Robert Louis Stevenson, Bed in Summer

1 comment:

Sallie (FullTime-Life) said...

We were exhausted the first night we got to Colorado and went to bed before dark (the kids had to work the next day so they didn't mind at all) ... anyway, I was quoting this poem to Bill as we got ready for bed, but I forgot the last part of it (probably because it did NOT seem hard to me to have to go to bed by day ;>).... I looked it up the next day, but could have come to your blog instead of Mr Google )))