Yesterday, we celebrated the 91st birthday of my mother, Frances.
It was a wonderful family time of recalling memories of the past and enumerating blessings we have today. My parents had many adventures during the 60 years they shared together. Even though Dad passed over ten years ago, his presence continues to be in our lives.
I have gone back in time to recall the day that the Encyclopedia Britannica arrived at our home. There was actually two encyclopedias – one for adults and the other, which was far more interesting and exciting, for children.
The first volume of the children’s encyclopedia was dedicated to poetry. Wynken, Blynken, and Nod by Eugene Field was one of my favourites. Join me in reciting this magical poem.
Wynken, Blynken, and Nod Eugene Field (1850-1895) Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night Sailed off in a wooden shoe,— Sailed on a river of crystal light Into a sea of dew. "Where are you going, and what do you wish?" The old moon asked the three. "We have come to fish for the herring-fish That live in this beautiful sea; Nets of silver and gold have we," Said Wynken, Blynken, And Nod. The old moon laughed and sang a song, As they rocked in the wooden shoe; And the wind that sped them all night long Ruffled the waves of dew; The little stars were the herring-fish That lived in the beautiful sea. "Now cast your nets wherever you wish,— Never afraid are we!" So cried the stars to the fishermen three, Wynken, Blynken, And Nod. All night long their nets they threw To the stars in the twinkling foam,— Then down from the skies came the wooden shoe, Bringing the fishermen home: 'Twas all so pretty a sail, it seemed As if it could not be; And some folk thought 'twas a dream they'd dreamed Of sailing that beautiful sea; But I shall name you the fishermen three: Wynken, Blynken, And Nod. Wynken and Blynken are two little eyes, And Nod is a little head, And the wooden shoe that sailed the skies Is a wee one's trundle-bed; So shut your eyes while Mother sings Of wonderful sights that be, And you shall see the beautiful things As you rock in the misty sea Where the old shoe rocked the fishermen three:— Wynken, Blynken, And Nod. This poem is in the public domain.