Sandman's Magic Poem by Lyndsay Thomas

Sandman's Magic



Tried to fall asleep
By counting sheep

But it failed 
So my boat still hasn't set sail 

As I lye here thinking about today
The sandman arrives and meets me more then halfway

I feel him doing his magic on my eyes
And then it happens, my mouth opens to make small babylike sighs 

I yawned some more
As he flew out the door

To go help the next person
So for their tomorrow won't be worsen

By being sleep deprived
So they can work hard and strive 

What would we do if we didn't have the sandman?
Or the magic in his hands?

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Susan Lacovara 22 March 2014

I still love the dusting of fairy like glitter the Sandman sprinkles to lure me to sleep....No matter the aging of my years, the Sandman is a welcomed returning friend. A clever poem, well executed images. PEACE

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Susan Lacovara 22 March 2014

I still love the dusting of fairy like glitter the Sandman sprinkles to lure me to sleep....No matter the aging of my years, the Sandman is a welcomed returning friend. A clever poem, well executed images. PEACE

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