Dreamland
There is a place where oft I travel,
And in child dreams do things of yore.
Like running barefoot on the gravel,
Or riding my stick-horse to the store.
Concerning this place of which I dream,
I'm left to meditate on, without clue.
Why my dreams have a childhood theme,
Unless once more I'm yearning to do?
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2013
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