Dreams Become Real
Dreams Become Real
when I was small
I sailed a paper boat,
made from shiny red Christmas paper
left over and tucked away,
inside I drew a picture,
heaven in blue Crayola.
as I worked the bees hummed
from flower to wild clover
I hummed too
Dorothy’s song
although there was no rainbow
I wanted there to be
a place that was happy and magical
my boat would know the way.
Copyright © Patricia Cresswell | Year Posted 2018
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