Marlene J. Campbell
Daydreams - Poem by Marlene J. Campbell
I sit upon my window sill
with dreams that are so real.
First I see a water mill
then climb a big steep hill.
I know that I, surely will,
all my days fulfill,
When I stand beside that water mill,
and look down from atop that hill.
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