DREAMS OF YESTERDAY. In dreams of yesterday I wondered back to the hills I use to roam. Little trials winding around Sand Mountain so far from my home. Creeks that held the coolest water, I’ve sailed them so many times. They seemed like mighty rivers but only in my mind. Pretending my hand was a mighty crane pulling branches from the stream. Letting the ships continue on their journey now only in my dreams. Seeing them through the valley when the water ran so slow. Then running along as fast as I could when down the hill they would go. Each rock was like an island where the ships got their supplies. Then with a push away they’d go now only in my mind. After a storm on a Summer’s Morn was the greatest time of all. Water would rise above the banks in my mind I can still recall. I set and think of days gone by and become a child again. Then a car roars by and to my surprise the driver was a childhood friend. Those ships are still sailing somewhere I watched them sail away. How far have they gone? Where are they now? In dreams of yesterday. F. R. Parks
Posted on: Wed, 09 Oct 2013 18:21:16 +0000
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