Tuesday 30 December 2014

A poem

The Land of Counterpaneby 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 bed-clothes, 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.


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2 comments:

  1. Springinsfeld30 December 2014 at 22:15

    I remember this poem from a little green hardback book called 'a treasury of Children's Poems' or something similar. I must use a Count de Payne in a wargaming world as a nod to this poem.

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  2. Mad Padre2 January 2015 at 17:12

    I recall doing that when I was quite young with my Britains soldiers. Thanks for the pleasant memories. How many of us adults are recreating these lost childhoods, I wonder?

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