Robert Louis Stevenson

(1850-1894 / Edinburgh / Scotland)

My Bed Is A Boat - Poem by Robert Louis Stevenson

My bed is like a little boat;
Nurse helps me in when I embark;
She girds me in my sailor's coat
And starts me in the dark.

At night I go on board and say
Good-night to all my friends on shore;
I shut my eyes and sail away
And see and hear no more.

And sometimes things to bed I take,
As prudent sailors have to do;
Perhaps a slice of wedding-cake,
Perhaps a toy or two.

All night across the dark we steer;
But when the day returns at last,
Safe in my room beside the pier,
I find my vessel fast.


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  • (10/24/2008 7:17:00 PM)


    I'm sure my grand daughters will like this poem. I do. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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