Rod Morris

Rookie - 52 Points (14-09-1934 / Auckland, New Zealand)

Dreams - Poem by Rod Morris

A bad dream came when I was small
Something chased me down the hall
It turned out not to be that bad
Cause I was rescued by my Dad
He cuddled me in his own bed
He soon soothed me by what he said
Good dreams bad dreams come to play
When you wake up they've gone away


Poet's Notes about The Poem

All part of growing up, this really happened to me.

Comments about Dreams by Rod Morris

  • Gold Star - 10,063 Points Heather Wilkins (9/24/2013 2:33:00 PM)

    A sweet poem reflecting on childhood dreams and dear old dad. a good write (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, September 22, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, September 23, 2013


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