We all have dreams of varying kinds
Which take root in our complex minds
Things we’d so like to achieve
Trump cards hidden up our sleeve.
Some predictable and safe
Some which cause our reins to chafe
The more impossible the better
When we dip our toe in – it gets wetter!
The excitement as we reach our goal
Burns a mark upon our soul.
Cherished hopes must long be nursed
Before the sportsman romps home first.
Madcap designers give their names
To inventions dreamed up in their brains.
Long after they are dead and gone
Their unique brainchild will live on!
So what’s your dream? It’s time to think
Of your aim in life and let it drink
In the creative rivers of your mind
For therein will you treasures find!
(c) Poet in the woods 2014