Thursday, September 3, 2009

The Land of Nod

I read this to my little girl tonight for bed out of a book that her Children's Pastor gave to her and interestingly it is a more updated version of the book that I would have read to me at bedtime as well, in a much older book with little doodles and scribbles all over it's pages. (yes, I wasn't always good to books) Enjoy.

The Land of Nod
by Robert Louis Stevenson

From Breakfast on through all the day
At home among my friends I stay,
But every night I go abroad
Afar into the land of Nod.

All by myself I have to go,
With none to tell me what to do--
All alone beside the streams
And up the mountain-sides of dreams.

The strangest things are there for me,
Both things to eat and things to see,
And many frightening sights abroad
Till morning in the land of Nod.

Try as I like to find the way,
I never can get back by day,
Nor can remember plain and clear
The curious music that I hear.

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