Good-Night God Poem by Francie Lynch
Good-Night God
Distant trains still sound alarms,
Blinds are drawn, people yawn,
It's time to call the day.
The sun's turned off,
The moon's turned on,
The stars like pinholes
Blink till dawn.
The animals are bedded
On the farm;
Beneath the counterpane
I'll find no harm.
Today's work is done,
Tomorrow's not begun,
But tonight I'll sleep
Like the seventh son.
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