This page is dedicated to a wonderful woman who was very important to me as a child whom I knew simply as "Nana".  These poems came from one of the first poetry books I received, a gift from her, and although they might not seem to fit the inspirational theme, they were inspirational to me as a child, as was she.  You live on, Nana!   

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                              Children's Selections

                              Robert Louis Stevenson

BED IN SUMMER

In winter I get up at night and dress by yellow candlelight,

In summer, quite the other way, I have to go to bed by day.

I have to go to bed and see the birds still hopping on the tree,

Or hear the grownup people's feet still going past me in the street.

And does it not seem hard to you, when all the sky is clear and blue,

And I should like so much to play, To have to go to bed by day?

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MY SHADOW

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 the way he likes to grow -- not at all like proper children, which is always very slow; for he sometimes shoots up taller like an india-rubber ball, and sometimes gets so little that there's none 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 stick to nursie 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.

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THE WIND

I saw you toss the kites on high and blow the birds about the sky; and all around I heard you pass like ladies' skirts across the grass -- Oh wind, a-blowing all day long, O wind, that sings so loud a song!

I saw the different things you did, but always you yourself your hid.  I felt you push, I heard you call-- I could not see yourself at all.  O wind, a-blowing all day long, O wind, that sings so loud a song!

O you that are so strong and cold, O blower, are you young or old?  Are you a beast of field and tree, or just a stronger child then me?  O wind, a-blowing all day long, O wind, that sings so loud a song! 

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WHOLE DUTY OF CHILDREN

A child should always say what's true

And speak when he is spoken to,

And behave mannerly at table;

At least as far as he is able.

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