Bed in Summer

 

This poem is dedicated to parents, both past and present . . . .

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?

by Robert Louis Stevenson

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3 thoughts on “Bed in Summer

  1. Hey you. I am not sure actually what you wrote in my space. Are you a poet,literaturer or someone else?

  2. Sweet. It very late for me time to call it a night or the birds will be singing soon..

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