Day-dreamer's Day

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Poems
An old Poem I don't think I posted yet.

Submitted: December 09, 2019

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Butterflies flutter near the leaves on the trees,

Their direction is altered by a warm Autumn breeze

And the fallen leaves rustle, scurrying around

Like the squirrels who gather what is found on the ground.

 

It's a daydreamer's day, footloose and free,

For the poet, the artist, or the dreamer to be.

The Sun creates lances that dart from the sky

Piercing the shade-trees then left there to die.

 

There is a brook in the woods that trickles, so right,

Lending sound to a vision in the Day Dreamers sight

And all of life's cares become buried this side

Of the Land of the Dreamer and the carpet they ride.

 

I shall join in those dreams, that once I would shed,

Those visions of fancy for a daydreamer's bed.

A bed made of clover, near a wind-blown sea,

Where this world departs and eyes close to see.

 

 

D. Thurmond / JEFalcon

01-14-2014

Revised: 12-2019


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