Dream Of Goodwill Poem by Tess Rockenstire

There in the land of the living
A magical land lives
A young maiden
Full of hope.

Poverty stricken
Yet this youth
Smiles at sunrise
And sunset.

At dawn she runs
Into the big rock
By the sea and watched
The fishermen a drift -

Into the horizon
Then vanishes from her view.
She sat by the rock
Dreaming of goodwill.

The sunrise came
The tide came
And the seagulls came
Flying overhead.

She watched them
Ate the crumbs of rice
As she throw them at the seaside
Her heart full of joy.

Peace is at hand to this youth
The simple life she knows
Is joy to her heart
Watching adrift -

The tide came
And took away
Her favorite spot
But she knows in the morning -

This rock will appear like a strong tower
Waiting for her lap
Like her father’s lap
Waiting to welcome her.

Then the next day
She’s there sitting
With a beautiful smile in her face
Sunrise is gold like a nugget in her face.

The ocean is hers
The sunrise is hers
The waves is hers rippling at her feet.
The tide is hers
The sunset is hers
The rainbow is hers
Even the rain is hers,
And the mountain is hers.
Claiming them all to her chest.

Until - she drifted into sleep.
By morning and next day,
Her favorite rock is there,
As a play land of her youthful dream.