Hoping to shed city pain and strain
I wanted to let my sorrows drain
In a quaint little village miles away
I was in a thatched roof house to stay with friends for the weekend
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.........love the beginning of this write....to be in a quaint little village would be so nice....enjoyed..
A very interesting poem. The beginning is so wonderfully descriptive. Sets the whole mood for the rest of the piece. Dreams are different for everyone. Some remember theirs nightly while others can't remember them at all. Some we can recall the moment we awaken and others remain elusive and then can pop into our minds weeks later for no apparent reason.