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To Dream

Remember when girls were chubby cheeked,
When boys had cooties?
Remember when life was a dream;
When under the sun,
On dusty roads,
We played?

Remember when we soared,
Our hands gripping each other,
Knowing we would be safe
because we were young
and innocent?

Remember when we wept so freely –
Shouted as we pleased?
Stubborn faced, but slowly it’d morph
Back into contentness?

Remember when naps were abhorred,
Vegetables pushed away?
When we’d scream and push and jape and comfort
With a child’s unknowing soul?

Remember when we laughed,
Remember when we cried.
Remember when easy was our path,
Where angels stood at the side?

Remember our painless fantasy-
The surreal touch of our lives?
When roses bloomed in our young minds,
To keep us breezing through time.

A garden of dreams with the blue mooned thorn-
The epitome of life
as a child. Sleeping, dreaming, and slowly
Awakening to strife?
When thorns bloom, and angels
Change their course?

We dreamt, we did, and then awoke.
But we still dream
at night.





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Written October 23rd, 2005

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  • quakietree
    October 25, 2005
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    great poem

    Great poem. It's too bad that we do "awaken to strife" as we grow up. I loved the last stanza-
    We drempt, we did, and then awoke.
    But we still dream
    at night.
    Hard to think of you as onlt 13 years old- very insightful work.


  • ordinary days
    October 23, 2005
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    this sent me back to a summer day as a child.. it's a peaceful, joyful picture. I like the hopeful message at the end.. "We still dream at night." Childhood isn't idyllic when you're living it, true--but the best parts of it are so wonderful that we all spend the rest of our lives trying to capture the smallest bit of that happiness.

  • lost and forgotton
    October 23, 2005
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    REally GReat

    wow I really loved this poem it really makes you think about when you were younger and how things really didn't matter! Really great word usage..once again Great Write


  • live-death
    October 23, 2005
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    this is a nice poem , about childhood! soo memorables times!! where we didnt feel fear of the world we were living in, we didnt feel responsables of our actions!! if we still could do that!! wouldnt be amazing? !
    ur poem is really sweet!
    i enjoyed it!