CONTENTED SLEEP

CONTENTED SLEEP

When I cannot get to sleep,
Though I close my eyes up tight,
There is nothing else that I can do
But get up and read, or write.


Heat comes from the fireplace,
The hearth is warm to the hand.
I read from a book of poetry,
That takes me to another land.

The wind is blowing hard tonight,
Sleet raps upon the windowpane
As if trying to rouse me from a dream,
It’s trials are but in vain.

I stand beside the brave Horatius,
As he fights, oh what a deed.
I watch the leap of Rhoushan Beg
And marvel at his steed.

I turn the page within the book
Once more to plainly see,
How the fire on Lake Lebarge
Thawed a frozen Sam McGee.

I’ve read a dozen more
When dawn does slowly creep,
I’ll put the book away for now
And rest in contented sleep.

When I cannot get to sleep,
Though I close my eyes up tight,
There is nothing else that I can do
But get up and read, or write.


1/26/06
Monty