Dreams

What truth you write in these few, well-chosen words. Less is certainly more. In this case, much more.

It is a poem I shall remember. Thank you, Chris.

Tina xx

Thanks lovely Tina, glad you enjoyed - nice to be back among you all ;)

A really lovely poem, threeleafshamrock.

I loved this - simple and beautiful :-)

Nice work Chris.
I should know this, but clearly don't.
the trample dreams thing.
Is that a Yeats reference?

Thanks.
JM.

Last two lines = AMAZING. Very clever analogy, sooo glad to have you back ;)

Magic xxx

He's back!!!

Hehe, it’s great to have you back Chris. This is a great piece, as always. Well done.

Nathan.

Thank you all so much; Sundays Child, Sarah, Magic and Nathan for taking the time to read and comment.

Thank you JM. for mentioning one of my all time favourite poets and poems. I enclose it here for your perusal.

He Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven

William Butler Yeats

HAD I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.