Thursday, August 26, 2010

Summons


Keep me from going to sleep too soon
Or if I go to sleep too soon
Come wake me up.  Come any hour 
Of night.  Come whistling up the road.
Stomp on the porch.  Bang on the door.
Make me get out of bed and come
And let you in and light a light.
Tell me the northern lights are on
And make me look.  Or tell me clouds
Are doing something to the moon
They never did before and show me.
See that I see.  Talk to me till
I'm half as wide awake as you
An start to dress wondering why
I ever went to bed at all.
Tell me the walking is superb.
Not only tell me but persuade me.
You know I'm not too hard persuaded.

Robert Francis
Image by Rick Russill

1 comment:

Joan Husby said...

This makes me homesick, Ginger. And what a lovely poem.

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