Dreaming

Dreaming

In fresh and tranquil valley, as I Iay beside the meandering stream,
My eyelids gently feathered, and I slipped into a dream.
I dreamt of better days, of days of sunshine, sea and sand,
Of trees, of bushes, flowers and hues, that beautify the land.

Long glasses, full of lemonade, fruit, with vanilla ice cream,
Aunties apple dumplings, with custard, how it steamed.
Picking sweet wild strawberries, and crunchy hazelnuts,
Snagging hands on blackberry thorns, and getting nasty cuts.

Climbing trees, oft falling out, not breaking any bones,
Trying to skim the water with those nicely flattened stones.
Drinking from a pop bottle, that everybody shared,
There were no Health and Safety rules, so no-one really cared.

Hearing mummy shouting “Come on kids it’s time for tea”,
Mouths began to salivate, wondering what ’twould be.
Sadly the dream ended quickly, as a bird began to sing,
I lay in the sun…… contemplating……… what the rest of the day would bring.

Michael J Hill © 2018