My Dream
If I were a captain of a big sea vessel,
my bed would be feathers, as I tumbled,
and nestled.
I'd ride those waves with the wind in my hair,
in the daylight hours, I would breath the salty air.
As day gives way, and night comes in,
I would jump in the water, and have a warm swim.
Then I would tumble in that great feather bed,
my dream to be a captain coming to me again.
Copyright © Christy Hardy | Year Posted 2007
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