Full blown dandelions on carpets green,
Pink petals swept in the breeze,
Fallen leaflets.. a lone seashell,
Bamboo basket
with gathered raspberries..
I sat in their midst
by the shade of my favorite Birch tree..
~ That was the first page in my dearest dreams..
A contest entry
- Favorite Things by Pamela A Lamppa.
1200 points, ended July 3, 2008, 12 entries
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~ That was the first page in my dearest dreams..
Which of course suggests that it was the first of many...and the first of many fond ones too.
I wonder if people who like to write poetry are more vivid dreamers than everyone else? I know I'm not much of a dreamer but I don't really write poetry.
I like dandelions. My neighbor hates them so of course I never mow mine down.
I'm seeing the scene, the dandelions, the pink apple blossoms (I assume) taking a break from gathering raspberries...a beautiful memory...but was that the dream or is now the dream? I mean that now you relive it via dreams.

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My grandmother had us pick wild raspberries when my brother and I were young. OH she could make an amazing rapsberry sauce to go with home made tapioca pudding.
Bet you didn't know you'd get that out of this read.
Wonderful thoughts and ideas presented here. Thank you for such a delightful memory.
~Pamela


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Good Work. I will be back.
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A gentle collection of your own meaning you have gathered under the shade of dream's reflection.
Marlene




