tell us another story <br />said a little girl at the whip end of the last one <br />on her skates letting go to go palms into a very soft night <br />and so I swung one and all once again <br />this time into a tale of hiding in the leaves from raindrops <br />of a widower who made peace with birds and such <br />and then of some long life building a farm on a mountain <br />until I heard all four breathings <br />rose returned peered out at a rumbling shower <br />and said good night to the mountain<br /><br />Edward Wright Haile<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-bedtime-story-3/
