Friday Poems: Bed in Summer

Ever since we put the swing up in our family room, I am feeling whimsical, child-like and more playful. So this week's poem reminds me of me in a way and of course, my Noodle.


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Bed in Summer

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?