Poetry Sunday

Last weekend we were in Ohio for our grandson Noah's high school graduation celebration, and my daughter Tabitha gave me some homework to do - it's a fill-in book titled "Grandfather, I Want to Hear Your Story." It's divided into chapters that cover all the phases of life and asks questions that will enable future generations to know more about grandpa Bilbo. 

It was a clever and wonderful gift, and it's gotten me to thinking a lot about what things were like when I was growing up during the Pleistocene. Today's poem by the great Robert Louis Stevenson brings back similar memories ...

The Land of Counterpane

by Robert Louis Stevenson

When I was sick and lay a-bed, 

I had two pillows at my head,

And all my toys beside me lay

To keep me happy all the day.

And sometimes for an hour or so

I watched my leaden soldiers go,

With different uniforms and drills,

Among the bedclothes, through the hills;

And sometimes sent my ships in fleets 

All up and down among the sheets;

Or brought my trees and houses out,

And planted cities all about.

I was the giant great and still 

That sits upon the pillow-hill, 

And sees before him, dale and plain, 

The pleasant land of counterpane.

I miss the days of counterpane ... they were safer and a lot more fun than the days of DOGE and MAGA.

Have a good day and enjoy the rest of your weekend. More thoughts coming.

Bilbo