Dreams

To spread my wings and sail 
was what I wanted to do


To reach the rooftop on high
was where I wanted to climb


To ride the balloons and soar 
was where I wanted to flee 


But I didn't realize how far away 
it was until I fell and hurt my knees


The deep blue sea winked at me,
as I pondered on my direction


Am I fated to be just a simple dreamer,
or to go forth with wind under my arms? 


I didn't know myself until I slipped, tumbled,
collapsed, knocked over, along my journey

I thought I was the greatest skipper there is,
but I learned the best of me is still becoming.


My dreams await me,  take a look up the sky 



Posted for D'verse Poets Pub:   Out the Sketchbooks hosted by Brian Miller.  Written for my 12 year old daughter.
Also written for:   Bluebells Books - Short Story Slam


I like Tera's art that I used her other drawing for this post:  
http://everydayamazin.blogspot.com/2011/12/far-away.html

picture credit:  here

In the eyes of the child

We often forget that the child views the surroundings differently from ours.

We were walking along the trail of the creek one summer, when my 11 year old daughter got the camera and started taking pictures.   To me, the surrounding meadows look wild, unkempt, and hardly worth a second glance.

From her pictures, my daughter saw something else.   She was crouching close to the ground, delighted to see flowers growing amongst the unspoiled plane.   She particularly noticed this white delicate flower growing serenely amidst the wilderness.

Through her eyes, I saw the beauty, simplicity and serenity of Mother Earth.

There are certainly a few things we can learn from our young children.