To Dream Or Not To Dream, That Is the Question
Pale and fair, she will sit awhile
She's a fragile lily, but not a child
who climbs across the wooden stile
to seek her private solitude
The willow pond, is her second home
She'll while away these lonely hours
with dragonflies, and buttercups,
mossy stones, and fragrant flowers
She picks bouquets of hufflewinks
of yellow, blue, and blushing pink
Then adds a cattail to the mix
with baby's breath, and bright tulips
Deep in her magic dreamer's trance
Pretending that there is a prince
who'll save her from a Dragon's wrath
He'll sweep her up and steal a kiss
together they will ride in bliss
Trees sway and swoon along the bank
Reminding her of restless winds
and that love is fleeting as a breeze
Trees lose their leaves, and dreams will fade
She listens, for the sound of hoofs
O'er twig and stone, her eyes are keen
Yet, not a prince, nor stead is seen
Where tangled grass and willows lean
As if a lily, but not the child
who seeks her private solitude
She comes to dream a little while
then climbs across the wooden stile
to leave the dream among the fronds
at the quiet Willow Pond
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6/4/18
Dragons, Dragonflies, And Huffle-Winks Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Caren Krutsinger
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