By: Darrelyn L. Tutt

The delicious bedtime poem "Wynken, Blynken, and Nod" written by the beautiful Eugene Fields happened into my day and immediately transformed it.
All of a sudden everything charged and my mind could see only beautiful and childlike.
I saw ...
Lions, tigers, eagles, and happy kangaroos hopping through my head.
I heard lions roaring and saw eagles soaring.
I saw a jungle tiger creeping and a kangaroo leaping;
The sound of elephants snoring and monkeys exploring.
My imagination drifted off with Wynken, Blynken, and Nod,
 and I sailed away in a shoe.
And I thought to myself ...
How words and thoughts come alive through another man's pen and fill the pages of our minds with imaginations, wanderings, and wonderings of our own.
The world of art ...
Provokes curiosity and promotes creativity,
 Inspires originality and invites individuality,
Encourages ingenuity and fosters ambiguity.
The artist labors and lingers long with the listening soul.
And into the deep,
 Sails a shoe and its keep ...
 With Wynken, Blynken and Nod.
Sleep well and dream big.
Wynken, Blynken, and Nod
By: Eugene Field (1850 – 1895)

Wynken, 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 the beautiful sea;
Nets of silver and gold have we,”
Said Wynken,
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,
And Nod.

All night long their nets they threw
To the stars in their 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 it could not be;
And some folk thoughts ‘twas a dream they’d dreamed
Of sailing that beautiful sea;
But I shall name you the fishermen three:
And Nod.

Wynken and Blynken are two little eyes,
And Nod is the 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:
And Nod.