Bed in Summer
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?
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Also: catching up on Game of Thrones. #adultweek 6 hours ago
Just dropped the boy off for JROTC orientation camp. AKA I'm eating every home meal #nopants for the next week. 6 hours ago
Ah well. I'm still going to bed. Shit can get done another day. 15 hours ago
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Beautiful. First time to read this one by Stevenson. I could hear my nephew's voice through this poem.