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Friday, September 21st 2007

12:00 AM

Evening poems

from my Poetry page

 

   

     


Daisies

(Frank Dempster Sherman)

At evening when I go to bed
I see the stars shine overhead.
They are the little daisies white
That dot the meadow of the night.

And often while I'm dreaming so,
Across the sky the moon will go.
It is a lady, sweet and fair,
Who comes to gather daisies there.

For, when at morning I arise,
There's not a star left in the skies,
She's picked them all
and dropped them down
Into the meadows of the town.



Winkin', Blinkin', and Nod

Winkin', Blinkin', and Nod, one night sailed off in a wooden shoe;
Sailed off on a river of crystal light into a sea of dew.
"Where are you going and what do you wish?" the old moon asked the three.
"We've come to fish for the herring fish that live in this beautiful sea.
Nets of silver and gold have we," said Winkin', Blinkin', and Nod.

The old moon laughed and sang a song as they rocked in the wooden shoe.
And the wind that sped them all night long ruffled the waves of dew.
Now the little stars are the herring fish that live in that beautiful sea;
"Cast your nets wherever you wish never afraid are we!"
So cried the stars to the fishermen three - Winkin', and Blinkin', and Nod.

So all night long their nets they threw to the stars in the twinkling foam.
'Til down from the skies came the wooden shoe bringing the fisherman home.
'Twas all so pretty a sail it seemed as if it could not be.
Some folks say 'twas a dream they dreamed of sailing that misty sea.
But I shall name you the fisherman three - Winkin', Blinkin', and Nod.

Now Winkin' and Blinkin' are two little eyes and Nod is a little head.
And the wooden shoe that sailed the skies is a wee one's trundle bed.
So close your eyes while mother sings of the wonderful sights that be.
And you shall see those beautiful things as you sail on the misty sea,
Where the old shoe rocked the fishermen three - Winkin', Blinkin', and Nod.

 

Summer Night
Jean McKinney

A summer evening's lovely
With its shadows blue and deep
And its busy crickets strumming
Drowsy songs to make us sleep.

With its flitting fireflies glowing,
With its stars so big and bright,
And its gentle breezes sighing
Little secrets through the night




 

The summer night is like a perfection of thought.

Wallace Stevens

 

Below from the blog of  ♥ cHeRrY`rOsE ♥:  

Wishing you sweet dreams
as I say good night.
Wishing your worries
will all turn out right...
Wishing you starlight
and a moon glowing bright.
Good night my friends!

It is 64 and midnight.  So very nice outside.  A friend and I bowled, I worked out at the YMCA, then on the way back I stopped to a place I've passed many time - Vitense Golfland.  2 - 18 hole miniature courses.  So many cute animals and themes.  Didn't keep score, just enjoyed the atmosphere.  Scroll down on their site to see some of the themes.  It was nice at night with lights all over.  This weather is like the calm before the storm of severe cold.  Too early for Indian summer ?  I should have went to bed hours ago, it was fun starting to catch up on journals again.
2 Comment(s).

Posted by Moni Smith:

I love your entry. Also, it sounds so nice out your way. Let's hope that winter is late this year, or just maybe, give us a pass. :)
Friday, September 21st 2007 @ 12:24 AM

Posted by Rayne:

The summer night is like a perfection of thought.
I like that quote very much.
I haven't played mini golf in years. I haven't found a good course here and I miss it.
Friday, September 21st 2007 @ 4:39 PM

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