When I was a child I would watch the sky
And see the clouds go rolling by.
And as I looked I would try to find
Faces to match with a nursery rhyme.
Or late at night, in my upstairs room,
I would gaze from my window at the stars and the moon.
And from open window I would search afar
For the man in the moon, or a falling star.
And then I would close my eyes and dream
Of far off lands I had never seen.
And visit imaginary places
And folks with imaginary faces.
I still look every now and then
Hoping to see what I saw back then.
So sit here, child, on grandpa's knee
And whisper to me things you see.
Imagination in dreams carry brilliance and beauty. Thoughtful poem is shared.10
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What an absolutely precious poem! I think I see a star in the making, and he is a rising star, not a falling one! 10 points, easily.