My Great American Dream

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My dad's dream was to own a small ranch and to work with horses. One day he stopped believing that it will ever happen and started drinking to forget. He died shortly afterwords. My poem is about believing in our dreams.

Submitted: September 27, 2010

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On a meadow of waving grass
 We will lie and look at the sky.
As the night will fall
 We will fall asleep
With the birds that are soaring high.
From the morning rain
We will hide in caves
 Full of dreams and the fallen rocks.
We will light a fire and
 Cook some tea,
Doors are open if someone knocks.
We will look at the stars
 In the bright daylight.
We will rock and
 Sometimes we will cry.
We will sing in the wind and
 While others still linger,
We will make it, you and I.


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