dream

a bedtime story

 

I don’t smoke tobacco

 

When I wake my arms I stretch wide
to  the sun,
The front door squeeks

 

I stretch my arms wide
Standing in the glowing sun

Lovely Barbara brings me a bowl of oatmeal.
I eat the breakfast and then go for a roam about

I twirl Till the white day is done.
Then rest in the cool dark evening
in my warm and quilted bed
Night comes on gently,
   I dream the dark
That is my dream!

Day comes again

A long tall, walk
Night comes tender and easy
   Black without a sound

When I wake my arms stretch wide
to  the sun,
The front door squeeks

 

I stretch my arms wide
Standing to the glowing sun

I twirl Till the white day is done.
Then rest in the cool dark evening
in my warm and quilted bed
Night comes on gently,
   I dream the dark
That is my dream!

Day comes again

Sun is long and tall, walk
Night comes tender and easy
   Black without a moon

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About m.a. wood

writer, thinker, musician, teacher
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2 Responses to dream

  1. amabear says:

    i love how this cycles.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Dawn says:

    sweet and peaceful

    Liked by 1 person

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