The Sandman
by
Stephen Washam
copyright 11-23-2004
Age Rating: 10 to 127
As night begins to raise its head
And tired children go to bed
Mothers breathe a gentle sigh
And start to sing a lullaby
It’s then the little Sandman creeps
Through windows with his magic sleeps
To fill the children’s heads with dreams
Of starry nights and moonlight beams
He stills their tired and weary cries
By sprinkling stardust in their eyes
That sends them sleeping right away
To dreamland where the fairies play
From the land of Nod he travels far
Pulled along on a magic star
By flying horses made of flames
Winken and Blinken are their names
You can see his shooting star at night
As it passes through the sky so bright
Then worn out Mothers softly grin
And wonder where the Sandman’s been
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Wow this is an awesome poem. I really enjoyed it I will have to have some of my friends read the poem. The poem made me cry and smile at the same time. Kind of wierd huh. I'm glad to know the sand man will be there to make my dreams sweet and nice.
Toni S.