Remembering Makes Me Smile
I first dreamed I could fly when I was very young.
Ascending past the tallest trees plunged me among
the clouds—and past, but sun’s bright rays refused to burn
my tender flesh. I felt quite free on each sojourn.
Did love of make-believe engender dreams of flight?
Was it vice versa? I just know I still delight
in memories of dreamt adventures in the night.
Date Posted: June 20, 2020
Poetry Contest Title: It's Only Make Believe Received NA June 28, 2020
Entered in the N-A re-run 9 on July 1, 2020
Sponsor: John Hamilton
October 28, 2020
entered in Brian Strand's Completely Your Choice (34) Poetry Contest
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