The land of Henry Nod

The land of Henry nod

Dare you set a foot upon,
The land of Henry Nod?

Is it a place anyone has heard? 
This place I be so fond 

Well, I shall tell you of its grounds,
If with quiet lips you set

And if I speak, dare you to swear,
No other dreams are you to pet

For on this night, there is no other,
Like it could I tell

So fold your hands and sit still,
So you may hear it well

This place, one day came about,
When someone touched a leaf

It shook a twinkle, nay cast a spell,
Nudged a snail and tinkled some feet

One caterpillar grew his wings,
And Mr. Jerry tripped and fell

A brook it skipped, a berry popped
And a pie it burst with smell

Upon the street filled with the sun,
And on our feet wet petals dropped

A robin’s egg lay fast asleep,
And the wagons wheels, they all but stopped

Hovering over the silent bay,
The willows all did weep

But the chickens did not peck the ground,
Nor Jarma’s porch did she sweep

Purple flowers dangled merry,
The lake it sparkled, much like a fairy

Houses with chimneys sat about
And on the trees hung many a cherry

The green, so pleasant, calmed the soul
And covered every part of you

The fragrance made the air console,
Entering your nose like cooling dew

No one has ever seen a place
Like the land of Henry nod

No one has ever made a lace,
To dress it up, nor could add sod

But yet no one can enter its gates,
Those drapes of dreamy blue

With alert, open eyes has any, ever
Waltzed on through

You must be small and light of heart
You don’t have to be clever, funny or smart

You must always smile its way,
A growl just might scare it off

You can not make haste its way;
Never run, but you may walk

And whenever thinking of this place,
The land of Henry nod

There must be sleep somewhere on your face,
And quiet as a curious cod

So if you ever wish to see,
The land of Henry nod

Take one deep breathe and both eyes wink
Turn off your mind, don’t let it think

Your bed becomes an ocean, let you sink
In your mind the rain shall fall, hear it tink?

Let the snowflakes on your nose
Wash down your face when they melt

Let the breeze brush through your hair
So all the moons rays came be felt

Then ask your lashes, they will know
Why they always have to blink 

The lips they have no time to show
It is not time for them to speak

The ears, they should be filled with feathers
Hearing silence the whole night through

The nose, it should not sniff or sputter
Dare you make your pillow shutter!

And if all these things come to pass
Before the stars come make their way

Then Henry nod shall visit you
Through starry darkness he shall stay

So the one that touched the leaf
That one tremendous, twinkle day

He is the One who created sleep
And the silent breathes, your sheets to sway

On any December, to float through any March,
To dream through any May

Henry will catch up to you
He’ll tease and play tag, till alas

Is killed and slowly, dies your day
He’ll sprinkle shadows on your eyes

And tells your teddy to guard your hay
So the night should not scare you

When Henry nod comes out to play . . .

Tye~