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Dreams and Memories

By Michael L. Craner

(Reprint from the archived Fall issue 1999.)

By the cool mid-summers night air,
Slipping from a window, a boy without care.
Perching upon an old fallen tree,
He absorbs that which is wild and free.

Gazing into the stars above,
Envisioning knights and maidens, and tales of love.
Raw nature is this boys sanctuary,
A place where monsters aren't so scary.

He has golden Meadows to run through,
And tall, wild mountains to walk to.
Feeling a sense of safety and peace,
I wish this dream would never cease.

(c)1999 Michael L. Craner


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