My Dream
I live in the city but I have this great dream
of living on a mountain by a beautiful stream
That flows down to a lake as blue as can be
and a mountain behind it like a picture I see
And a little log cabin that is made out of pine
and a big deck behind it that I can call mine
All I need is a rifle and a good rod and reel
I can fish and hunt when I want a good meal
And sit by a camp fire at night and be still
and listen to the coyote crickets and owls
A dream that may never come true for me
but I'll go on dreaming and some day it may be
Copyright © Oma Bennett | Year Posted 2007
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