The Green Dream

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About a dream where I am a leprechaun

Submitted: March 22, 2012

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Submitted: March 22, 2012



Yesterday I had
a very strange dream.
The dream was not sad
but I was not me.

I dreamt I was a leprechaun,
sliding down a rainbow.
And when the rainbows end was gone,
I landed in my gold.

My greedy eyes looked around
if some had witnessed this.
My pointy eyes heard no sound,
my gold I began to polish.

I sat myself on a shamrock field
and went through each gold piece.
Until my hands began to yield
and another I couldn't reach.

I laid down on the field
as pillow I took my pot.
I heard the ringing of gold
instead it was my clock

I woke up in amazement
of what I had just seen.
And wondered just a moment
what if now began my dream.

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