Happy Dreams

This is a poem that should probably sit and percolate some more, but I like the way it is shaping up and I like the way it sounds in my mouth.  So I thought I'd share it with you.  This is a story poem about dreams.  Very different from the ice cream dream poem of last week.

FEATHER DREAMS

An eagle soared high in the sky

he watched below with his eagle eye.

He saw a boy playing, it looked like fun

sledding a hill in the winter sun.

Eagle circled, floated and started to drift.

He looped and knew of a gift

he would send to the young boy.

The boy's mother gathered fluffy goose down

to put in her rough sack

She picked up the eagle feather gleaming white

added it to the sack on her back.

Took home her treasures,

made a little blue bag

then put the feathers in

to make a pillow for her son.

When he lays his head down

he has great dreams

of birds flying in the blue sky

wind drifting and clouds floating by

of castles and dragons

and princes in wagons

fast speeding racing cars

and thousands of glistening stars

shining in the sky at night

and of one little feather snowy white.

He thinks the perfect place to lay his head

is in his own little room on his own little bed

so he cuddles his pillow

and has feather dreams

remembering today

is a wonderful day.

Good night to the boy.

Good night to you.

And may you have

feather dreams too.

Can you write a poem about one of your dreams?  What do you like to dream about?