The Land of Nod by Robert Louis Stevenson 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 […]

And we’re back. I took an unplanned break from posting these past few days, so my month of poetry will be three poems short. Following the theme of ordinary things I mentioned in my last post, today’s poem is about a gas station. Further proof that poetry doesn’t have to be reserved for momentous occasions […]