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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required It slumbers here within our hometown memory, The calm, peacefulness of serenity, a place Where everyone belongs without fear or judgment, People say hello, and call you by name, welcome My friend to the dream. Many pebbles stones have I taken from within, these worn Out tennis shoes, searching for this lost paradise of thought. Roads venues known and unknown, have I walked yet it evades Me, with each turns crossing, and behold how the miles stretch Out in the distance, but I shall not lose hope. This mirages illusion of deliverance, from reality's harsh world, That surrounds me, yet I seek it still. There is a nirvana, called the simpler life, it does exist out there, Somewhere, on a distant horizon's promised shores. I'm not alone, I know many pilgrims, whom have sought after the same Vision quest, it shimmers this image, even before the blind man, Yet he can still sense it, smell it, and wishes to experience it. The way home that lies within his fingertips grasp, welcome my Friend to the dream. The world out of control is nothing more than a myth here, No river of humanity on a speeds rush to no-wheres-vile. Nay here the waters move at a slower pace, matching The beating heart of the simple country town's folk. Oh Lord here this wonders prayer, this body that aches, beneath this Shadows hobo, many miles I've known, show me this land of milk And honey, that I've yearned for and searched for. Let these old eyes see the realization, that has haunted mine inner being For so long, allow my adventure's journey to end at last, welcome me Dearest father to the dream, and at splendors final rapturous moment, to rest. BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
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