The Land of Nod From breakfast on through all the day At home among my friends I stay, But every night I go abroad Afar into the land of Nod. All by myself I have to go, With none to tell me what to do All alone beside the streams And up the mountain-sides of dreams. The strangest things are there for me, Both things to eat and things to see, And many frightening sights abroad Till morning in the land of Nod. Try as I like to find the way, I never can get back by day, Nor can remember plain and clear The curious music that I hear. Stevenson, Robert Louis (18501894). A Childs Garden of Verses and Underwoods. 1913.
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L.A. Spilsbury 18 Dec 2007
ive really enjoyed watching your work.Andrew Hunter 19 Aug 2007
fantastic work WendyEmily Reed 14 Dec 2006
Such a splendid landscape!Johnny M 13 Nov 2006
Nice work! Great depth and composition...great title too!Ruth Kauffman 09 Nov 2006
This is an amazingly beautiful picture Wendy, and it's hard to believe that it is done on computer. I sure would like to know more about how that is done!