A Little Girl’s Thoughts

I came across this precious poem in a search for Alice Van Leer Carrick the other day and I just had to share it. How well I remember what is was like to be quite small and to lie in bed at night imagining all the wonders just beyond my window…   

Why does the wind lie down at night
When all the sky is red,
Why does the moon begin to shine
When I am put to bed,
And all the little stars come out
And twinkle overhead?

I see the sun shine all the day,
I gather daisies in my play,
But oh, I truly wish that I
Could see the stars bloom in the sky!
I’d love to see the moon shine down,
And silver all the roofs in town,
But always off to sleep I go
Just as the sun is getting low.

Alice Van Leer Carrick