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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In the meantime, click the links below for other poems and stories by the authors at Lara's Den.


Meandering

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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