I Dreamed A Dream
I DREAMED A ~ DREAM.
IT WAS A BEAUTIFUL SPRING DAY. THE CLEAR BLUE SKY WAS SO BRIGHT IT ALMOST HURTS ONE'S EYES TO STARE. I SAT QUIETLY BENEATH A TALL STRONG OAK TREE WITHIN IT'S KIND OLD SHADE. THE FLOWING GREEN GRASS, SPREAD ITSELF AROUND ME AS IF A SHIELD FOR PROTECTION. A WARM HAND SLIDES THROUGH THE GREEEN GRASS INTO MINE AND I TURN TO LOOK AND SEE....... A FACELESS IMAGE!
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| I Dreamed A Dream | 1 | 07/03/2009 |
| Feel My Spirit | 1 | 07/03/2009 |
| I FEEL YOU | 0 | 07/03/2009 |
| Before the Storm Always | 0 | 05/20/2009 |
| AS YOU SLEEP | 1 | 07/03/2009 |
| RAIN LOVERS | 1 | 07/03/2009 |
| My hero, my friend, my sister | 0 | 07/03/2009 |
| The Spirit of Gypsyrose_of_ ky |
0 | 05/20/2009 |
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