Old Books and Poems

Last week when I was empty out the bookshevles I found a bunch of old books. I love old books, they smell good. Anyways there were these two old poem books that my mom had as a little kid. They are falling apart at the seams and one is from 1905. So this is one of those poems from my good smelling, falling apart book. enjoi...

THE LAND OF NOD

From breakfast on through all the day

At home among my friends I stay;

But every night I go abroad

Afar into the land of Nod.

All by myself I have to go,

With none to tell me what to do-

All alone beside the streams

And up the mountain-side of dreams.

The strangest things are there for me,

Both things to eat and things to see,

And many frightening sights abroad

Till morning in the land of Nod.

Try as I like to find the way,

I never can get back by day,

Nor can remember plain and clear

The curious music that I hear.