Dreaming

Marching through the Land of Dreams,

I searched in every corner, it seemed,

for the delicious dream I’d had before,

the one I wished to dream of more.

 

I ignored the cotton candy clouds,

the sugar mice speaking out loud,

the cinnamon dusted apple pie.

Too wrapped up in looking was I.

 

Then, at length, I awoke,

and ‘twas a while before I spoke

of the chance that I had lost.

For looking for tomorrow, today was forgot.

 

So dance and spin through your dreams,

greedily drink it all in, for they seem

to come quickly to you, then away.

A reminder to enjoy today.

 

by Grace Beattie
age 13

Grace wrote this on her laptop while on the sidelines, watching her youngest brother play tennis.

 

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3 Comments
  • Lesleigh Kacin
    Reply

    A beautiful poem, by a deep thinking talented writer (and a really nice young lady!)

    September 11, 2015 at 6:48 pm
  • Simply elegant.

    June 13, 2017 at 9:36 am

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