My Own Room by Nancy Dingman Walsh & Illus by Erik Blegvad

My Own Room

Up in my bedroom

On a winter's night

               The fir tree ticks the window

         When I put out the light.

        The sky is black and cold

  The stars flash bright

              The moon and clouds roll by

             On the windy winter's night

I shiver as I watch 

 And I wish on a star

       The first or the brightest

           On the one that blinks afar

         And after I have wished 

I jump into bed      

                       And the fir tree ticks the window 

    All night by my head.

            But when a storm is raging 

  Or I hear an owl call 

           I like to know my brother 

     Is right down the hall.