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Primary School Poem Memories

THE LAND OF COUNTERPANE
Robert Louis Stevenson (1850 - 1894)

When I was sick and lay a-bed,
I had two pillows at my head,
And all my toys beside me lay,
To keep me happy all the day.

And sometimes for an hour or so
I watched my leaden soldiers go,
With different uniforms and drills,
Among the bed-clothes, through the hills;

And sometimes sent my ships in fleets
All up and down among the sheets;
Or brought my trees and houses out,
And planted cities all about.

I was the giant great and still
That sits upon the pillow-hill,
And sees before him, dale and plain,
The pleasant land of counterpane.
chocomint chocomint 51-55, F 4 Responses Feb 11, 2013

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Wow, that brings back memories. When our daughter was little, I used to read to her at bedtime from a book of children's poems. This was one of the poems in that book.
She is now in her 20's and will soon be married.

Hahahahahaha! I learned it as a child and never forgot it!

I have discovered that there are a number of "traditional" children's books, poems, songs that I was never exposed to as a child. Perhaps it is because my mother is an immigrant, so she was unfamiliar with some of American child culture.

I am from the Caribbean. Growing up the books taught at school and sold at the bookstores came from England

Interesting. And you knew Robert Louis Stevenson at a younger age than I did. On the other hand, I do remember my mother reading me Lewis Carrol's Alice books! You got the American author and I got the British one!

LOL! True. I loved poetry at primary school and still do

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The first poem I learned was his "I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me." I was in 2nd grade.

Great memories, hunkalove! They don't write them like that anymore ... and certainly not for the children!

That brings back many memories. That particular poem was one of the very first that I memorized to say during poetry recitation. I can still recite it today.

:) I know every word and every line! They don't poetry like that any more!!

Another favorite that I can still recite:

The Village Blacksmith, by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

I liked that poem.

I still do and remember every word :)