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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required As I walked beside the water, feeding ducks and skimming stones, I was whistling to the weather and the winter wind that moans. Dreaming dreams of summer sunshine with you walking by my side, In a land across the ocean, on the beach above the tide. There was snow across the treetops and the ducks were glad to feed And the sun so weak and wat'ry that it lacked the heat we need. But my dreams were warm and balmy filled with ocean breeze and spray; As I walked beside the lakeside on that chilly winter's day. As I strolled across the hilltops feeling icy winds that try To assault the lonely walker and bring teardrops to his eye. I was not a whit distracted from the dreams that filled my head Of a walk in summer sunshine where a foreign sheep track lead. With the views of snow-filled valleys like some massive Christmas card, I was lifted to the heavens, though the climb was rather hard, But my dreams were filled with walking on some lazy summer hills, And the thought of you beside me was a cure for all my ills. In the woods of winter magic, where the trunks are ghostly souls, I was walking in the snowscape dreaming dreams of happy goals. Of a land of forest flowers and a smell of warming pine With my arm around a lover who has whispered that she's mine. All the days of winter beauty fade like visions meeting dawn, As I dream of summer sunshine when perhaps I shall be born In a life of sweet renewal and a second chance to be Just the sweet contented poet that I think is really me.
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