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Friday, January 04, 2008

Poetry Friday


This poem made me think of trying to get my son to go to bed at bedtime.

Escape at Bedtime
by Robert Louis Stevenson

The lights from the parlour and kitchen shone out
Through the blinds and the windows and bars;
And high overhead and all moving about,
There were thousands of millions of stars.
There ne'er were such thousands of leaves on a tree,
Nor of people in church or the Park
As the crowds of the stars that looked down upon me,
And that glittered and winked in the dark.

The Dog, and the Plough, and the Hunter and all,
And the star of the sailor, and Mars,
These shown in the sky, and the pail by the wall
Would be half full of water and stars.
They saw me at last, and they chased me with cries,
And they soon had me packed into bed;
But the glory kept shining and bright in my eyes,
And the stars going round in my head.


The round up today is over at A Year of Reading.

4 comments:

Kelly Fineman said...

I hope that stars go round in your son's head, once you get him to bed. Such a lovely image.

Easter A. said...

Oh how beautiful! Thanks for this post, Christine. :-)

HipWriterMama said...

I love the last two lines of this poem. What a nice thought.

Thanks for sharing this poem.

Linda Austin said...

I love RLS's children's poetry book "A Child's Garden of Verses" which I grew up reading. I still have it to read to my kids. Unfortunately it does not have this poem in it!