What the will and reason are powerless to remove,
sleep melts like snow in water.
Walter John de la Mare
Sitting here high above you in my comfortable tractor seat and after delivering breakfast to all your family and friends I wonder how you could possibly be sleeping with all the noise of this roaring tractor motor and the banging of the loader on the front not to mention those excited shouts of joy coming from the crowd. What has captured and holds you so peaceful in the land of dream?
Most of your younger friends rushed over to greet me as per usual. You must have forgotten how much that greeting meant to the both of us as you lie there dreaming. Annie and Red were full of energy running about and trying to tell me everything at once.
Your old friends grab mouthfuls of green goodness with smiles on their faces. Red lets out a shout of joy that pierces the still cold air, she is happy and wants to share. I turn once again quickly towards your comfy bed to see if that disturbed your slumber, it did not. What dreams must you have that hold you so tight?
I finish feeding the girls and park the tractor and as usual climb down and walk among your friends and family who are all chatting and eating, not dreaming like you. What are your dreams?
I slowly and quietly walk over to watch you sleep, the snow crunches under my foot; one eye opens and you stare then realizing that it was just me you quickly shut it as if you needed to finish that dream that held you tight. I wanted to tell you that never worked for me but maybe and if you are lucky, it would for you. I back away to leave you in peace. Could that be snoring I hear?
I head back to the tractor after chatting with the girls where they told me a story about how you were dancing and singing all night and they had to tell you to shush. It seems they had warned you at your age you need your rest and you did not like that statement at all and told them you could do what you liked and partied on all by yourself.
After pulling my snowshoes out from behind the tractor seat and strapped them to my boots I headed to go and jump over the gate to visit the deer in the bush, hoping they were sleeping and dreaming too. I turned once more to see if you were still sleeping. I watched as you slowly stood up and stretched and yawned then headed to the table. I guess your dream was over.
I do want you to know this…. I agree with you, you can certainly do what you like and you are never too old to have a good time but, try not to party too late….. those young ones seem to need their sleep. Sweet dreams tonight sleepy head, and I will see you tomorrow OK.