My Dreams (First Part) - Poem by Jacqueline Dougherty
I'm a dreamer and you can ask my friends,
because, for me, my adventure never ends.
Some end up as deja vu,
while some become a dream come true.
This dream, I'll tell you here,
is one dream that to my heart, I hold dear.
It's a fairytale, spun with many stories,
that are all about a hero's glories.
Long ago in an enchanted land where I was at,
in a toadstool circle, mesmerized, there I sat
surrounded by colorful faries.
I was suprised, on the contrary.
A purple one came to me in a fright
and said I appeared with a flash of bright light.
With them I was sitting there
in a dark forest, to my despair.
As I stared ahead at the trees,
a path leading out formed in front of me.
I'm the skeptical type,
so I ran toward the faint sunlight.
At the end of the path, this is what I saw,
a gorgeous looming castle, pink and all.
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