Poem about Imagination

Imagine

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Such a wonder, to be a child

Imagination running wild

Lying on back upon the grass

Reading cloud’s tales as floating pass

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Weaving stories from what is seen

Absorbed in dreams, ideas glean.

Transported to a land surreal

All is grand,adventurous deal.

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We mature, time for dreaming dims

Busy living, no time for whims

Striking out, making our dreams real

Think of dreaming as a kid’s deal.

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In old age, approaching our end,

Our outlook we start to amend.

Time is ripe, for dreaming again

Venturing down memory lane.

–                     – June Nash

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