Denis Martindale


Dreamy Distractions! - Poem by Denis Martindale

Some dream of school and work and home
And folks they're prone to love,
Sometimes, no matter where folks roam,
Such sights aren't quite enough...
They wake up feeling mystified,
Mixed up by what each seems,
Are these some thoughts that God supplied,
Or random plans or schemes?

I dream of towns and countrysides,
Of shops and factories
And yet whatever each confides,
I'm not that hard to please...
I've often been to sail at sea
And dipped my toes in streams,
I've spoken to Her Majesty
And sang with The Supremes...

I dream that I drive racing cars,
Or ride my motorbike,
Sometimes I visit distant stars
To go just where I like...
Despite the fact I know that I'm
The last who's picked for teams,
When I'm asleep, I'm quite sublime,
No wonder I like dreams...



Denis Martindale, copyright January 2016.

Topic(s) of this poem: dreams


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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 8, 2016



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