Weekly WalkaboutsVerse, E.G., Poem 72 of 230:  MILLENNIUM DREAMS

Poem 72 of 230:  MILLENNIUM DREAMS

We can control our day’s thought,

    But not our sleepy night’s dream.

My dreams, these nights, are of this sort:

    Red earth; tanned grass; gums by a stream.

I’ll do my bit from Manchester,

    But, if again in Australia,

I’m sure like this I’d fondly dream:

    Snow on swans; willows by a stream.

(C) David Franks 2003 – https://walkaboutsverse.blogspot.com