Salt Lake Telegram | 1911-08-15 | Page 4 | Uncle Walt

I Uncle Walt The Poet Philosopher , SLEEP OP CHILDHOOD. Th war I 1pt whn I wa. young! My nrv? wr nver thn u nut rung. I w a-lep before my head had fairly touched my- downy and then I anored a cheerful aonf, and night n.d but two fftcondj long. At morning fathar rllmbad th ntVrs and fondId me wllh club and chairs, and pulled ma from my humblt b4t and thon ha atood ma on my head, and rolled me round upon the floor until I ceaaed to ileep and enore. And now that 1 am old and aere. the night aeems longer than a year. I go to rooat and kick and tosa. but lumber will not come acroas, or tf It cornea I have euch dreama I route the nelghhora with my acreama. How often have I walked the floor, and envied youtha who calmly enore f How often fallen over chair, and tumbled down the cellar atalra! How often have I atubbed my tnea, and barked my ahlna and bumied mv noae, while roaming In the midnight gloom about my sleepleea sleeping room! How happy are the drowsy boys! Of all the boone that youth enjoys, liile trick of climbing Into bed and aleeplng like the he ted dead la flrt and beat, and old. tired meo can never have It back again. Copyright, ltll. by George Matthaw Adame. .