Theresa Ann Moore
Jimmy - Poem by Theresa Ann Moore
While sitting quietly, Jimmy snacked on grapes and crackers.
Among his favorite foods, these were his savored snackers.
Soft music was playing; he was sleepy as he drowsily listened.
The house was cozy warm; the frosty snow outside glistened.
He laid down with his comfort blanket and started to dream.
He dreamt about a meadow filled with flowers by a stream.
The pastel colored brook smelled of succulent strawberries.
Beautiful butterflies of rainbow colors fluttered in the trees.
The delightful scene was splendid; it was visually luscious.
Jimmy was absorbed into a symphony that was marvelous.
The soothing music was surprisingly audible from within.
The rhythmical masterpiece was focusing directly on him.
Jimmy was in a world of enchantment; it had no other equal.
The dream disappeared as he woke. Would there be a sequel?
James is now a grown man, he still enjoys music and snacks.
He recalls the joy of the dream when he closes his eyes to relax.
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