The land of nod calls out to me,
To assist my mind escape reality.
No nightmares from which to flee,
Just poetic dreams to set me free.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ah yes Shaun..I too had a good, much needed, long sleep last night and feel much better for it. Do you reckon the sausage factory poets ever sleep...or are they perhaps 24 nour speed freaks? I wouldn't like to be around them when they finally come down with a great big bang! It's definitely a poetic dreams to set me free inspired five from me.