'Childhood Dreams Of Flight' Poem by Linda Winchell
'Childhood Dreams Of Flight'
When I was very little
I use to dream that I could fly.
I'd put some rubber bans around my shoes
leaped up and I was flying in the sky!
Flying over hill and dale
looking down on those I knew.
They would look up at me in wonder
all wondering how I flew.
I'm older now and don't seem to dream that way
was that only for that time?
How complex the human brain can be
all those thoughts trapped in our minds.
I dream today, that is for certain
but some I can't recall.
And then there are days, they all go away
before I awake I've lost them all.
Where do these dreams originate?
Are they coming from another place and time?
Or are they just the brains way of escaping
the daily stresses of my mind?
For now I'll just have to sleep and dream
dream what my mind has in store.
But I hope one day, Childhood dreams of flight
of jumping high in the sky to sore!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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5/2/2024 2:50:14 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Thank you girlfriend, you brought back some of my precious memories of the good times I used to have in Calumet. I remember dreams like these, and how I used to pretend I was a princess. Where do these dreams originate? Are they coming from another place and time? Or are they just the brains way of escaping the daily stresses of my mind? I believe that we can still dream these dreams that we used to have, and that in these dreams we can be that child again that lives in all of us. These dreams originate in our mind's eye to remind us that we are still young at heart. This is a beautiful poem that says be a kid again, because as long as you can dream, you will never get old. Thank you for sharing. Love & hugs, Barbara