Poem about Imagination
Such a wonder, to be a child
Imagination running wild
Lying on back upon the grass
Reading cloud’s tales as floating pass
Weaving stories from what is seen
Absorbed in dreams, ideas glean.
Transported to a land surreal
All is grand,adventurous deal.
We mature, time for dreaming dims
Busy living, no time for whims
Striking out, making our dreams real
Think of dreaming as a kid’s deal.
In old age, approaching our end,
Our outlook we start to amend.
Time is ripe, for dreaming again
Venturing down memory lane.
– – June Nash