by Tina Dene

Created on: August 14, 2007

DAYDREAMS

On the cool green grass I laze
basking in the warm sunrays,
dreaming oft of yesterdays.

Barefoot in the hills I'd run,
soaking up the summer sun,
free and wild, when I was young.

The clean scent of the sand pines,
the place the deer-trail unwinds,
the thorny blackberry vines,

exploring crystal clear streams,
casting for catfish and bream
living out my childish dreams,

these are the thoughts that I keep
while lying nearly asleep,
on the banks of waters deep.

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