Tuesday, September 20, 2011
Summons by Robert Francis
Summons
Keep me from going to sleep too soon
Or if I go to sleep too soon
Come wake me up. Come any hour
Of night. Come whistling up the road.
Stomp on the porch. Bang on the door.
Make me get out of bed and come
And let you in and light a light.
Tell me the northern lights are on
And make me look. Or tell me clouds
Are doing something to the moon
They never did before, and show me.
See that I see. Talk to me till
I'm half as wide awake as you
And start to dress wondering why
I ever went to bed at all.
Tell me the walking is superb.
Not only tell me but persuade me.
You know I'm not too hard persuaded.
Robert Francis
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I have always loved this poem.
ReplyDeleteI am really enjoying your blogs about your travels. Beautiful photos, also.
Love, Iris
I loved this poem.
ReplyDeleteI liked the pictures of Croatia very much, as well. Thanks.
Karen Victoria
Oh, to be summoned.
ReplyDeleteLove this poem.
ReplyDeleteJoanne