Robert Horton Poet Rhyme

'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

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A Yorkshire Poet February 4, 2016 at 5:09 PM Outstanding. Cheers.