I slept in a bed
That was a hundred years old
In a room
That was under the eaves
And a tree grew so tall
On that side of the house
I could see the moon thru the leaves
The crickets sang in voices so loud
And a train whistled shrill thru the town
As I slept in the bed
That was a hundred years old
Under a blanket of cuddly down
White lace at the windows
Rag rugs on the floor
A quilt of a wonderful weave
And I sighed with delight
Getting ready for night
In my room
That was under the eaves.

By susi Taylor (Texaswishr@aol.com)



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Teddy Bear

The Hamadyrads' Story

Ode To The Wild Prairie Rose

Legend Of The Lost

Spring Is In The Air

I Walk In Tulips

Games Of Love

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