We built a ship upon the stairs
All made of the back-bedroom chairs,
And filled it full of soft pillows
To go a-sailing on the billows.

We took a saw and several nails,
And water in the nursery pails;
And Tom said, "Let us also take
An apple and a slice of cake;"--
Which was enough for Tom and me
To go a-sailing on, till tea.

We sailed along for days and days,
And had the very best of plays;
But Tom fell out and hurt his knee,
So there was no one left but me.
Robert Louis Stevenson

​BEDTIME(A poem for the end of the day)

The evening is coming, 
The sun sinks to rest;
Straight home to the nest.
"Caw!" says the rook, as he flies overhead;
"It's time little people were going to bed!"

The flowers are closing;
The daisy's asleep;
The primrose is buried
In slumber so deep.
Shut up for the night is the pimpernel red;
It's time little people were going to bed!

The butterfly, drowsy,
Has folded its wing;
The bees are returning, 
No more the birds sing.
Their labour is over, their nestlings are fed;
It's time little people were going to bed!

~Thomas Hood 

​In honor of the poets, we will share a poem in each issue through the month of April. 
If you would like us to post a poem or drawing by you or your family,
please send us an email!  Thank you :)