Treasure Island

Jacquie StewartHeimann


Childhood Dreams


White and fluffy, sailing through the sky
Images of our childhood dreams
A fiery dragon, a pirate ship
An angel with gossamer wings

Unicorns dancing, horses flying
Cotton candy, so sweet and fun
A shining Knight with damsel fair
Everything glistening under the sun

Butterflies emerging from their cocoons
Castles with towers high
A scary cat, a witch and broom
Images that float slowly by

Mickey Mouse with Daffy Duck
Memories of fanciful things
The love and joys of childhood
I thank the sky for remembering

Submitted: Friday, June 16, 2006

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  • R H (6/16/2006 8:20:00 AM)

    A wonderfully visual poem, like the way you've let your imagination soar. Kind regards, Justine (Report) Reply

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