Friday, June 1, 2012

Dreams



There was a curious man
Who lived in a strange land
It snowed when Santa came
Except when it rained

He had a friend  who said ‘read this book’
And he decided to take a look
But, he got a job to knock on doors
Counting people till there were no more

He had another friend with Rapunzel long hair
Love of music in common they shared
With llamas and dogs,  she lived in the forest
Her gentle kindness was far from the poorest

She told curious man one day
About a book she might study
Along with internet buddies
And he shouted in excitement ‘hey
I have that book
Collecting dust on my nook’

Curious man was jealous of her
He wanted to too, that much was sure
So she asked the fearless leader
If he could belong
But the tribe was all women
His gender was wrong
They voted as a group
And invited him along
He hollered and hooped

Learning he’d been given a chance
He couldn’t help, but do a silly dance
Every week he did his homework
Tried so hard not to be a jerk
There was something about his words
A little crazy, definitely absurd

There was an adventurous one in the clan
Who dreamt out loud ‘yes I can
Meet these artists in a strange land’
She believed it and opened her eyes
And sold paintings galore to her surprise
So she bought a plane ticket to fly
Far away to meet these women and one guy

They talk so funny
Drive on the wrong side of the street
And the birds sound different
The way that they tweet
Indeed, a very strange place
Chance of a lifetime
To meet face-to-face

So off she’ll go to who knows who
To a land with no kangaroos
But on the other end
Everyone is excited to meet her too
She’ll make lots of new best friends

She’ll return one day in September
A trip she’ll always remember
All because out loud she dreamed
They are attainable that way it seems

6 comments:

  1. Beautiful Glenn ... glad you didn't mention bears :)

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    1. No need to scare my intended audience.

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  2. You are a sweet and curious man. Love this and you too.

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  3. Writers sun is shinning on you.

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