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... by a mom at home raising kids.

Friday, June 14, 2013
I've been under the weather for the last couple days, spending quite a few hours in my bed trying to get my digestive track to behave.  Robert Louis Stevenson's poem "The Land of Counterpane" came to mind.  Stevenson was often sick as a child.  Can't you just see the young boy playing like this?  

My "toys" have been my laptop, my TV remote, my "Magnificat," my prayer notebook, and a magazine.

It's such a lovely poem.  Here it is.

                                                         The Land of Counterpane


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.


Robert Louis Stevenson
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3 Comments:
Blogger marylea said...
Sweet. I am a friend of Patty Cousino's and that's how I just came upon your blog. Love Robert Louis Stevenson. Hope you are feeling better soon.

Blogger Michelle said...
I hope you feel better soon too!

Blogger Rosemary Bogdan said...
Thank you, Marylea and Michelle!
Marylea, have we met? I know a lot of Patti's friends.

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