'tis Time To Sleep
'Tis Time To Sleep
'Tis time to sleep
' Pon a bed of straw,
And count the sheep
That bleat no more,
'Tis getting dark
Where shepherds lay,
No collie's bark
Nor children play.
'Tis time for dreams
O' spaces wide,
Where silver streams
Doth gently glide,
Back and forth
With men of war
Heading north
'Pon our shore.
'Tis time to wake
Near slaughtered lamb,
The blood red lake,
The iron dam,
Where shepherds watch
Their flocks prepare
Dawn's early watch
Amid despair.
'Tis time to die
In fields ablaze,
'Neath the sky
Where children gaze,
Watching o'er
Silent feet,
To know and cower
By sheep that bleat.
'Tis time, o grave
To count the cost
Of those who're brave
And those who're lost,
And when the tally
Is more than one,
'Tis time to carry,
Poor shepherd, your gun.
'Tis time the aged
Judged us well,
For battles raged
Where soldiers fell,
'Tis time the young
Went to sleep,
To dream among
The frightened sheep.
©RJVHorton2016
Copyright © Robert Horton | Year Posted 2016
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