for the 2 am crowd...anything just for sleep suggestions

[beehive23]

your slogging through another 2 am.........i suggest you take yourself back...to what you percieve as a "better time"...they call it golden age thinking/ perception and forget temporarily about the things that ail us....... hang tough.....til u cant...... then do something else...cheers 2am ers...were here, were just quiet....

William Miller (1810–1872)

Wee Willie Winkie rins through the toon,

Up stairs an' doon stairs in his nicht-gown,

Tirlin' at the window, crying at the lock,

"Are the weans in their bed, for it's now ten o'clock?"

"Hey, Willie Winkie, are ye comin' ben?

The cat's singin grey thrums to the sleepin hen,

The dog's speldert on the floor and disna gie a cheep,

But here's a waukrife laddie, that wunna fa' asleep."

Onything but sleep, you rogue, glow'ring like the moon,

Rattlin' in an airn jug wi' an airn spoon,

Rumblin', tumblin' roon about, crawin' like a cock,

Skirlin like a kenna-what, waukenin' sleepin' fock.

"Hey Willie Winkie, the wean's in a creel,

Wamblin' aff a bodie's knee like a verra eel,

Ruggin' at the cat's lug and raveling a' her thrums-

Hey Willie Winkie – see there he comes."

Wearit is the mither that has a stoorie wean,

A wee, stumpie, stousie, that canna rin his lane,

That has a battle aye wi' sleep afore he'll close an e'e-

But a kiss frae aff his rosy lips gies strength anew to me.[4]

Wee Willie Winkie runs through the town,

Up stairs and down stairs in his night-gown,

Tapping at the window, crying at the lock,

Are the children in their bed, for it's past ten o'clock?

Hey, Willie Winkie, are you coming in?

The cat is singing purring sounds to the sleeping hen,

The dog's spread out on the floor, and doesn't give a cheep,

But here's a wakeful little boy who will not fall asleep!

Anything but sleep, you rogue! glowering like the moon,'

Rattling in an iron jug with an iron spoon,

Rumbling, tumbling round about, crowing like a cock,

Shrieking like I don't know what, waking sleeping folk.

Hey, Willie Winkie – the child's in a creel!

Wriggling from everyone's knee like an eel,

Tugging at the cat's ear, and confusing all her thrums

Hey, Willie Winkie – see, there he comes!"

Weary is the mother who has a dusty child,

A small short sturdy child, who can't run on his own,

Who always has a battle with sleep before he'll close an eye

But a kiss from his rosy lips gives strength anew to me.

[HekateMoon]

Nite nite beehive. My doggy woke me. Too hot for him. Irish doggies not used to heat. Now my eyes are big like an owl...joining you on the vigil...soothing my inner child.

[beehive23 in reply to HekateMoon]

perfect!

[Solvang53]

Dr Mindy Pelz... who specializes in Fasting... suggests intermittent fasting which can help with sleep and promote dopemine production...research her video on the subject...god speed

[beehive23 in reply to Solvang53]

thanks for that! i fast 3 times a month now for....15 yrs....but i have no baseline it just definately helps kee myp gut in order. hang tough!

[Gymsack]

Is this poem an example of old english or is this colloquial to a particular area even today. It reminds me of conversations with old Newfoundlanders and I understood about half of what they said. I's the by tha build the bot an I's the by tha sails her. I's the by tha catches the fish and takes em home to Lisa.

[beehive23 in reply to Gymsack]

scottish! hang tough!

[Gymsack]

That explains Newfoundland and my great grandmother I could not understand her eitherthanks