Afar into the land of Nod

July 2022

The Land of Nod


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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-sides 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.

Stevenson was born in Scotland in 1850 and dies in Samoa in 1894. I think, for at least the month of June I might try to focus on American authors, short stories or poems. It’s just a thought for now…

hope you have a great day!
thanks for stopping by!!

Don’t judge each day by the harvest you reap
but by the seeds you plant.

~Robert Louis Stevenson

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take care
stay safe
much love

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