I'll admit, sadly, I'm not much on poetry, but this is one my folks used to read to me when I was a young kid. I've never forgotten it.

The Land of Counterpane
by Robert Louis Stevenson
(From A Child's Garden of Verses)

When I was sick and lay a-bed,
I had two pillows at my head,
And all my toys beside me lay,
To keep me happy all the day.

And sometimes for an hour or so
I watched my leaden soldiers go,
With different uniforms and drills,
Among the bed-clothes, through the hills;

And sometimes sent my ships in fleets
All up and down among the sheets;
Or brought my trees and houses out,
And planted cities all about.

I was the giant great and still
That sits upon the pillow-hill,
And sees before him, dale and plain,
The pleasant land of counterpane.


PS: This was Jenn's idea (Kenny's Jenn, not my Jen).