Thursday, April 9, 2009

A childhood favorite poem

I loved this poem as a child. I still remember very well having to go to bed while the sun was still shining.

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?

1 comment:

Judie and George said...

This is a great poem! And so true!