What Was One of the Stories/Songs Told to You as a Child? - Dream’s freedom.

I don’t know how many people have been told “Wynken, Blynken, and Nod” by Eugene Field, but it’s one poem that’s engraved in my mind. For me it’s about how dreams can help you escape from reality, from the crushing weight of expectations.

“Whynken, 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 in 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.”

I think I would like to sail this sea, to leave behind the weight of everything I am not. To be free, if only for a nights dream.

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