Monday, March 21, 2011


After 23 days I was released to come home from the hospital late last night. When I was a little boy my mother would read to me while I was sick in bed. This particular poem was my favorite.

Expect a bit more from me in a couple of days after I reacquaint myself with my home and my ravaged body. - RTS

The Land of Counterpane
by Robert Louis Stevenson

When I was sick and lay a-bed,
I had two pillows at my head,
And all my toys beside me lay,
To keep me happy all the day.

And sometimes for an hour or so
I watched my leaden soldiers go,
With different uniforms and drills,
Among the bed-clothes, through the hills;

And sometimes sent my ships in fleets
All up and down among the sheets;
Or brought my trees and houses out,
And planted cities all about.

I was the giant great and still
That sits upon the pillow-hill,
And sees before him, dale and plain,
The pleasant land of counterpane.


Paul said...

I can see why you liked that poem Robert. I smiled as I read it. Welcome back !

Antares Cryptos said...

Welcome back Robert. Good to see you're on the mend.

Rain said...

Good poem for the situation and glad to see you back home :)

John Myste said...

Honestly, Robert, you say it was only 23 days, but it seemed like 24. Welcome to the world again.

adrielleroyale said...

Great poem! It paints such a wonderful picture :) I'm glad you're back and feeling better!

Anonymous said...

So glad to have you back! I remembered that poem, too. Take care of yourself.

Charlie said...

Great news on a Monday morning. I've found that it takes a few days to decompress and de-stress after a hospital stay, so rest up. eat your spinach, and read us some more poems.

Orhan Kahn said...

Good to see you back, sir.

billy pilgrim said...

be it ever so humble, there's no place like home!

secret agent woman said...

Glad you are home! Rest up.

Marylinn Kelly said...

For those of us on constant watch for good news, yours is the best in a long time. Welcome home. Wishing you peaceful, comfortable hours to feel again those boyhood moments.

DJan said...

welcome home! I'm glad to hear you are on the mend and getting reacquainted with your, as you put it, ravaged body! :-)

Murr Brewster said...

My silence over here should be visualized as an extended fish-gaping. If I was praying it sounded like bup-bup-bup-bup. Don't get back to this any sooner than you feel like. [sigh] the things people to to avoid blogging!

PS Your daughter is a hoot.

KleinsteMotte said...

Good to have you back. I remember looking at those toys and wishing we has the meand to buy even one sodier. Luckily the poetry was free at the library.

Elisabeth said...

Welcome back, Robert.

TechnoBabe said...

Yay, you are home and recovering. We have been thinking of you and wishing you well. Welcome back.