Dreaming Again Poem by Joyce Hemsley
Dreaming Again
There were two 'blue eyes' to greet me
One sunny evening in spring
and a beautiful voice that murmured sweetly
'Come, hearken to me sing'.
I was mesmerized completely
For I heard the voice of Elvis the King
But soon I knew I was only dreaming
When the early alarm bell began to ring,
With a friendly voice murmuring sweetly:
'The morning songbirds are on the wing'.
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