My Dream
Snow capped mountain,
Ice cold stream.
I can be anywhere
In "my" dream.
Big old cabin,
With a nice log fire.
Just a bed in the corner
For me to retire.
In my dreams
I've had a long day,
Travelled for miles
Caught my lunch on the way.
I go back to the cabin
With firewood to chop.
I know it will soon be morning
But my dreams don't stop.
Copyright © Simon Hamill | Year Posted 2020
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