For the Beautiful Things on the Misty Sea: Thank You, Ann and Eric

"'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 fisherman 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 on the misty sea..."

Never has there been a Mother's Day weekend like this.  The pipers at the gates of dawn are dancing. A thousand thanks for the beauty of yesterday's misty sea.  

Excerpts from "Wynken, Blynken, and Nod," by Eugene Field