The Golden Ship

As I stared at the cloudless sky I saw a golden ship pass by, on its way to Timbuktu, a Captain and his gallant crew. They carried cargo very rare – herbs and spices grown to share, these goods to market to be sold for payment made in priceless gold. They sailed along and circled ‘round and set the ship down on the ground. The Captain asked me if I knew which way to go to Timbuktu. I then said, ”no, but may you know I’ve never had the chance to go.” The Captain said, “come on aboard and we’ll be off for our reward.” Then I awoke from my deep sleep and from the bed I took a leap; I shook my head to clear my brain and said thank God, I’m not insane!