Dreamland - Poem by Ben Littlechild
I sail in my dreamland
To a place so green and lush.
Where we can be and walk hand in hand.
Where the problems of distance are hushed.
Here there is our house
White and proud overlooking the sea
In its walls, our dreams and joys await us quietly like a mouse.
A huge library of knowledge and imagination, hours we spend, you and me.
Our Dreamland, no monsters or dark places
Only happiness, love and smiling faces.
Dawn arrives, time to set sail.
I leave you and the dreamland in sunset so red.
To return to life and your email.
But I cannot wait for dreamland again, so please hurry my day, to tonight, my bed.
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