I had a dream that I got a sweet kiss of sun shine from my wife before I left for work and then I was out the door. The air was a little cool for an early August morning. Dew had settled on the cars windshields, the grass was covered with a thick blanket too. The sun had not quite made it past the horizon. It rays showed their might to the sky and lit the gray clouds with a fiery yellow orange. White fluffy clouds small in size danced away from the might of the sun but still they stood there in its glow. The wind it blew from the north, not strong but yet it blew the stars and stripes so one could see her many stars and her long beautiful stripes. She in all her beauty was lit with a soften glow of the sun’s rays. It was like a pale glow that bathed that banner of ours. She stood proudly on the end of that pole waving her freedom for all to see. The grounds around her are where many a Patriot had attend and still walk in her shadow. But in my dream she seems to be waving at me. Words of prayer pass over my lips in the form of the rosary that I share with you and world everyday. The trash that litters the ground makes me feel so sad but in this dream they look so beautiful in a funny kind of way. There was the Dr. Pepper can that lean on its side with the help of new grass. Its mouth was open, it’s body so empty, it was scare because it was all by its self. The foam cup that seat on a shelf, stood there as if it was in control of its fate. The paper that blew from place to place makes noise that was out of place. Plastic bottles litter my space, some were half empty or half full depending your state. They were ones flatten, ones who floated in the creek below and ones who did not care that they were in my space. A layer of dry dusty dirt covered the walkway just down from the new road way. It came there from the rain that moved into that place. Its dust would cover ones shoes and stain the walkway. There was a bird in the tree and its tail feather so bold and so red. A black bird as black as a starless night flew past me and startled me with fright. Other birds seat out of sight and sang a sweet song of morning delight. The traffic was so light and the cars so few. They rumbled over me, cars so few as they crossed over me on the new roadway. My dream morning ended in a sight of reality as I walked throw the doors for a long 24.
Posted on: Mon, 05 Aug 2013 02:01:14 +0000
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