Tuesday, February 24, 2009

New poem

This is the newest poem we are working on memorizing.

Young Night-thought

All night long and every night,
When my mama puts out the light,
I see the people marching by,
Plain as day, before my eye.

Armies and emperors and kings,
All carrying different kinds of things,
And marching in so grand a way,
You never saw they like by day.

So fine a show was never seen,
At the great circus on the green;
For every kind of beast or man
Is marching in that caravan.

At first they move a little slow,
But still the faster on they go,
And still beside them close I keep
Until we reach the town of Sleep.


The Osborne Family said...

Sweet poem! Did you mean BEAST or man, though?

Tana said...

Yep and I found another mistake too. They are fixed now. - Thanks