Dreaming Of Things Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Darkness is descending upon this Arizona desert here in Phoenix,
lights being turned on indoors as husbands, wives, mother,
daughters and sons return home from school and work.

Ready for dinner, watch television and be a close-knit family
for a while before going to bed, dreaming of beautiful and won-
derful things that may or may not happen upon our awakening, we
never know for sure until our eyes open each morning.