As a little girl
I dreamed a lot,
I dreamed freely,
Often on the top step of the back porch-
Morning,
Noon,
Sunset,
Deep twilight.
I loved clouds,
I loved red streaks in the sky.
I loved the gold worlds
I saw in the sky.
Gods and little girls,
Angels and heroes
And future lovers laboured there,
In misty glory or sharp grandeur.
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I loved clouds, I loved red streaks in the sky. I loved the gold worlds I saw in the sky. Angels and heroes, God and little girls. a very fine poem dear Martin. tony