Thursday, August 21, 2014

A GOOD BOY

RLS Mark II - A Good Boy Grown*

Woke before morning, happy all day, 
Never said an ugly word,  smiled - played
And now the sun goes down -hovers low
And I'm quite content, for I do know - 
That morning shall see the sun arise
No bad dream shall fright my mind, or eyes
Sleep holds me tight no tossing - turning
Wake - refreshed - wash, shave, eat - but knowing
Work is play - feeds my tribe a-growing*


*From Robert Louis Stevenson's "A Good Boy"
- - Mathematics&Poetry - based on a mathematical square: the number of syllables in a line equals the number of lines. 

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