tonight i am grateful that i only need to post once a week, according to to the agreement my brother and i have.
i like, and i’m grateful, that i had the choice not to post tonight…
i obviously am posting – i’m glad i had the choice
feeling a bit relaxed right now… ready to call it a night.
and so, i shall listen to the end of this song… post this blog entry – and settle in with Wynken, Blynken, and Nod.
In fact, i am grateful that i can post this fantastic poem as part of my posting…
i guess, i’m grateful for my brother – and the aliveness in my life via our interactions..
Wynken, Blynken, and Nod
BY EUGENE FIELD
Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night
Sailed off in a wooden shoe–
Sailed on a river of crystal light,
Into a sea of dew.
“Where are you going, and what do you wish?”
The old moon asked of the three.
“We have come to fish for the herring fish
That live in this beautiful sea;
Nets of silver and gold have we!”
The old moon laughed and sang a song,
As they rocked in the wooden shoe,
And the wind that sped them all night long
Ruffled the waves of dew.
The little stars were the herring fish
That lived in that beautiful sea–
“Now cast your nets wherever you wish–
Never afeard are we!”
So cried the stars to the fishermen three:
All night long their nets they threw
To the stars in the twinkling foam—
Then down from the skies came the wooden shoe,
Bringing the fishermen home;
‘T was all so pretty a sail it seemed
As if it could not be,
And some folks thought ‘t was a dream they ‘d dreamed
Of sailing that beautiful sea—
But I shall name you the fishermen three:
Wynken and Blynken are two little eyes,
And Nod is a little head,
And the wooden shoe that sailed the skies
Is a wee one’s trundle-bed.
So shut your eyes while mother sings
Of wonderful sights that be,
And you shall see the beautiful things
As you rock in the misty sea,
Where the old shoe rocked the fishermen three: