My Magic Childhood Sight
(I first thing mentioned here had to be from me dreaming "awake,"
but the other two things I still swear to this day I saw them and my
sisters verify they remember me telling everyone about seeing
those things!)
A child, I woke from sleep once and surveyed,
before my very eyes, a big parade
with clowns and elephants and marching band.
It could not be a dream; it was so grand!
Then later where I lived there was a wood
behind the street of our new neighborhood.
And once while playing war games, I could swear
I saw back there a big brown grizzly bear!
It probably was thought I was a liar
the day I claimed that on the telephone wire
a toucan perched with bill bright green and red,
which no one else had seen before it fled.
It’s ages since I’ve had the chance to see
such wondrous visions where they should not be!
Nearsightedness is not my only plight.
I’ve long since lost my magic childhood sight.
For Crystal Wilkin's first Contest "Childhood Memories!"
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2010
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