Homage To Robert L Stevenson

Little boy ill and in bed every day couldn't join friends or go out and play. Little lead soldiers marched on his bed, many adventures whirled in his head. The land of counterpane lay on the bed his landscape sewn with needle and thread. That quilt all wrinkled, crumpled, and more are hills and seas and fierce fields of war. Pirates, sailors and soldiers galore Imagining brought them all to his door. Stories and poems, a boy's mind rehearses "Treasure Island, Kidnapped," and "A Child's Garden of Verses." Give thanks that the man remebered the joy, of the visions he had when he was a boy. So many books from those dreams in his head, he willingly shares when I am sick in my bed.