Oh My Reality,
such a painstaking effort to subdue my dreams.
Growing too little,
adjusting too much...
I wrote this little diddy so many years ago. Reading a poem this morning by one of my dearest sister's of the heart...made me remember it, when I read a comment posted there ... http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.jsp?articleId=281474977427336
the difference between a child's ability to thow one's self down in the grass and revel in the splendor of daydreaming
and
the reality of and adult attempting the same thing, feeling only the biting ants and itchy grass....
and if you are me, the rock that has positioned itself exactly where your head lands!
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Btw: It took me over 2 minutes just to open this page.
Summer memories of long ago are very nice memories to have, Lou Anne.....and thanks for leading us to Wilka's beautiful poem.