Of dreams and fancy


Engrossed in, day after day
A celebration of dreams and fancy, revered
The dwelling long to retire
to a distant land.

‘Twas a visitation I have long design to ignore
Leaf after leaf, the pen engaged
Like a feather in the open wind
whispering to mine ears.

On a dewy day in spring
As the primrose bask in the morning sun
Allure to the serene countryside, none to remark upon
Seven, I was.

In summertime, the cold is not condemned
Don’t you fear the rage of winter?
The innocent lamb to lead the way
For a lesson too dear.


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