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 |  Poems that pursue the horizon from past to present and poems created for NaPoWriMo 2017 |
| I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me, And what can be the use of him is more than I can see. He is very, very like me from the heels up to the head; And I see him jump before me when I jump into my bed, The funniest thing about him is he likes to grow-- Not at all like proper children, which is always kind of slow; For he sometimes shoots up taller like and India-rubber ball, And he sometimes gets so little that there's one of him at all. He hasn't got a notion of how children ought to play, And can only make a fool of me in every sort of way. He stays so close beside me, he's a coward you can see; I'd think shame to to nurse as that shadow sticks to me! One morning, very early, before the sun was up, I rose and found the shining dew on every buttercup; But my lazy little shadow, like an arrant sleepy-head, Had stayed at home behind me and was fast asleep in bed. Robert Louis Stevenson [1850-1894] From: The Home Book of Verse by Burton Egbert Stevenson, 1917, pg. 158 *************************** Day 5 - "My Shadow"  is another favorite by another wonderful writer of children's literature, Robert Louis Stevenson (1850-1894), a Scotsman who migrated to America. He wrote classic stories as well as poetry for children: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems-and-poets/poets/detail/robert-louis-steve... While I do also like his poem "The Land of Counterpane", this poem appeals to me more. And yes, it is another that my Mom could easily recite. |
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