The Dream



I layed down but couldn't sleep
I tossed and turned and I tried counting sheep
The room started spinning then it stopped still
I looked over at the window sill
It was real bright, A light shining in
I couldn`t believe what I saw then
It was bright day light at a quarter to three
There was our old home place and a very young me
I opened the window and climbed on through
Little me said come on, I`ve been waiting for you
We took off running through the fields to the wood
I felt like I was 10 again, it felt really good
We ran to the fence where I used to play
The Sarvis tree was full of berries that day
I ate all I could but still wanted more
So I put some in my shirt pocket like I did before
We went to the house to go to the well
Drew up some water and put in the pail
I came back to the kitchen and what did I see
There was my Mom, making a pie just for me
We sat and we talked while I ate my pie
I could see the love in my Mother`s eye
We talked and we hugged and we talked some more
Little me was getting restless, he was walking the floor
He said, come on, hurry, it`s time you should go
I hated to leave, I miss this place so
The next thing I know, I sit on my bed
All kinds of questions running loose in my head
I reached for my walker, to the window I go
It takes me for ever, I`m moving so slow
I push open the curtain and all I could see
Was a cold Winter night with snow on the tree
I shuffled back over and sat on the bed
What had just happened, was it all in my head
Then I felt of my pocket, what could this be
A hand full  of berries from the old Sarvis tree
I hurried and lay down, I had to go back to sleep
I tossed and turned and I tried counting sheep

About this poem

This is about a dream I had.

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Written on August 15, 2021

Submitted on August 15, 2021

Modified on March 05, 2023

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Scheme aAbbcdeeffgghhiijkeelliimmnnmmeenneeaA
Closest metre Iambic pentameter
Characters 1,641
Words 361
Stanzas 1
Stanza Lengths 38

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