Time to Dream At last

At last days start to lengthen as onward marches the clock Now things will begin a new cycle as the boat reaches the dock. At last the icy river starts to melt, water flows freely under the lock which in turn leads to our boat steadily climbing past the heavy block that controls the amount of water beneath the lurching waves that rock against the next gate allowing the boat to freely move on through lock. Steadily upstream it passes the signs of warm weather that follows behind allowing us to drift along dreaming of flowers, of the smell of bacon rind wafting in the air. The sight of buds opening on trees gently waving in the wind Now as winter releases his grip slowly We have time to dream of orange rind and fruity smells. Dream of young love and other things spring to mind as we ready ourselves for new things and Peace starts to lead from behind