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Long ago Long before the dawn of his youth Lived a boy, a young boy A boy who had a dream A childhood dream. He would lay at the forest glade And gaze, gaze in wonder At the peculiar workings of the earth. He would count all the birds of the sky Wander into the dark forest deep Stroll by the humming river And paint with all the colors of the earth. The night's inner glow, The wild's cheerful tune; All of earth's splashy marvel Would prompt his thoughts To travel the world In search of a secret. The blue waters of the Pacific seemed a decent start, he thought Perhaps a swim in the depths of Waikiki Beach Or a hike up Mt. Rainier A stroll in the scenic wonderlands of Northern Idaho Maybe a nice dinner in Broadmoor Hotel at Colorado Springs Or build a cabin in Minnesota's lake country A day picnic at Mt. Chocorua A quick walk down Boston Common Or a Tulip time at Bronx, Drifted his mind. Bend of Susquehanna, Cayuga Lake, Chesapeake Bay, Rehoboth Beach Flashed upon his sight. Then one day, not long ago To his surprise He found the secret Veiled in one who owns his heart.
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Sep 30, 2016
Sep 30, 2016 at 12:05 PM UTC
Childhood Dream
Long ago Long before the dawn of his youth Lived a boy, a young boy A boy who had a dream A childhood dream. He would lay at the forest glade And gaze, gaze in wonder At the peculiar workings of the earth. He would count all the birds of the sky Wander into the dark forest deep Stroll by the humming river And paint with all the colors of the earth. The night's inner glow, The wild's cheerful tune; All of earth's splashy marvel Would prompt his thoughts To travel the world In search of a secret. The blue waters of the Pacific seemed a decent start, he thought Perhaps a swim in the depths of Waikiki Beach Or a hike up Mt. Rainier A stroll in the scenic wonderlands of Northern Idaho Maybe a nice dinner in Broadmoor Hotel at Colorado Springs Or build a cabin in Minnesota's lake country A day picnic at Mt. Chocorua A quick walk down Boston Common Or a Tulip time at Bronx, Drifted his mind. Bend of Susquehanna, Cayuga Lake, Chesapeake Bay, Rehoboth Beach Flashed upon his sight. Then one day, not long ago To his surprise He found the secret Veiled in one who owns his heart.
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Sep 30, 2016
Sep 30, 2016 at 12:05 PM UTC
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