i found this poem just now and it struck at a memory.when very young
i always was in bed in summer when it was still light. i didn't want to be.
i did not feel sick. i wasn't tired. i never realized til i was grown the whys.
Bed in Summer
by Robert Louis Stevenson
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?
Friday, August 15, 2008
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