Poem of the week – Bed in Summer by Robert Louis Stevenson

playgroundThis is another poem that I enjoyed as a child. It brings back the injustice of having to go to bed while everyone else is still having fun!

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?

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