Model Poem

-Modeled Off of "The Haunted Beach"

Resting Uneasy

Upon the red looming Mars
Where starry dust was scattered
A twin-size bed uprear’d its head,
Amongst the king-sized mountains.
The foo-nu’s gathered at the foot
A sleepful rest they wished;
And, all around, the deaf’ning roar
Re-echo’d on the Reddish Planet
By the still wind feigned.

Above a floating isle was seen
Where Jub birds hover’d, pacing;
And up and down and all around,
Foo-nu clothed isle, waving.
And here and there, a rolling hill
Its lazy back display’d
And near a mountain, at sundown’s time
An old mattress was laid to rest
Where the still winds stay’d.

And often, while the silent wind
Swept o’er the sleepless commotion
The moonlight seen was all serene,
The land made scarce a motion;
Then, while the smaller mountains
The isle wrapped in shade,
The Marsman beheld the grand
Notion of Humans striding hand in hand -
Where the still winds play’d.

And swell their faces were with glee
And jocular they pattered;
And into space with enraptured face
They look’d as they remember’d.
And sometimes, from their gleeful glow
They cheerful guffaws made,
And while the echoes bounced strong and loud
The clear moon bathed the wondrous crowd
Where the still winds play’d!

And then above the peaceful twin-size bed
The happier Jubs perched;
And around the bed, ended the reach
Of the sleepless commotion.
For in the Mars-ian bed,
A sleeping Human was seen laying,
Content smile on his lips
And deep were the sleep marks on his cheek
Where the still winds play'd.

A sleep-bound parody was he
Of his home and kin around;
Who swore to be on Mars
Gracious and excited ever!
But just before sleep took over
A Nyquil bottle his lips felt,
Cool and green, effects untold,
And unlike any human before,
Slept where the still winds play'd!

His human kin, forever blithe
Continued in the yawn-less commotion,
While to each other his eyelids fast,
Clung from spell of potion.
The wintery moon upon the mountains
A silv'ry covering gave,
And showed the Sleeper in new slumber
With empty plastic by the pillow
where the still winds play'd.

And since that hour the Marsman
Has watched and watched the happy game;
For the moon-lit night
gleams on both, the Sleeper and Humans alike!
And when the moon itself is 'sleep,
Commotion, sleepless presides over all
And nothing lights the mountains,
Where the still winds play!

Full eternity, the Sleeper's fate,
So day and night mean nothing;
For Sleep assigned his slumbering mind
Should dream about all things.
Bound by sealed eyes and foggy brain,
He has not pow'r to stray;
But destin'd pensive to remain,
He thinks, with Genius and without,
Imagination, fiery and curious now.