A Little Girls Dreams
Dreams
keep running through my mind
Reflecting
memories of long ago.
Made
in a land of fairy tales,
A place
my heart longs for so.
Cut off
from the rest of the world
With
streams, and meadows to roam,
Viewed
from a little girl's eyes,
A place
that would always be home
A place
where berries grew wild
Where
rabbits and squirrels were seen
Where
a racoon could be a friend
And deer
played down by the stream.
A world
where imagination made all come true
And a
little girl could be a queen
Where
daydreams were spun like cobwebs
But a
world where everything wasn't what it seemed.
For every
little girl has to grow up
And daydreams
shatter in your hand,
You find
the home you thought was your own
Is nothing
but a simple piece of land.
The flowers
don't seem to bloom so bright,
And fairy
tales no longer come true,
For it
is seen now through grownup eyes,
No longer
the world that you knew.
But still...Somewhere
in the back of my mind
That
place will always remain
From
all those memories long ago
To beckon
me back time and again.
Written
By Angie Olson
Graphics
By Ruth Ann
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