Where do dreams come from?
Poem
by Jeanie L. Robinson
Why does the wind whisper through the hollow trees,
where no one wanders, looks, or sees.
How can it be that it is make believe,
or a fairy tale under lock and key?
In this place a star will shine,
and is smaller than a ball of twine.
With crystal spectrums through a glass,
or is calmer than a rambunctious class.
When discoveries do take place,
finding them will take no hace.
When in doubt you do find out,
where this place is don't shout it out.
From the back of children's audacious minds,
where ideas and pretending make a chime.
For this is much very much more,
than behind your own secret door.
Where do dreams come from?© COPYRIGHT 2005 Jeanie L. Robinson. Reproduction prohibited without permission from the author. 03/23/05
