IS DREAMING BEST?
I wonder sometimes if dreams are not better than the real thing,
For your dreams are always perfect, no faults do you ever bring
To those daydreams, just like yesterday I dreamt of summer days,
By a lake, birds singing, fish biting, a mixture of warmth and haze.

The sun shone it’s bright rays partially behind a tall slender tree,
So I could see to read my book in comfort, not almost blinded be,
The wind blew gently, wafting the cool air to a perfect temperature,
Just the sweeter sounds that flow, a wonderful gift of mother nature.

No sunburn, not one insect to bite or buzz all around and bother,
Even the earth seemed cushioned by soft green moss or some other
Natural comfort, no bumpy tree roots or pointing gagged stone,
Outside in dreams or much more comfortable than many a home.

But at the moment I will take a real live summer very warm,
Insects that bite and bother but never do too much harm,
I’ll take a lumpy tree root or hard stone and sit by the lake,
Even if no fish were caught and I actually began to bake.

For winter is now cruel, determined to make us all cold,
After being mild at first, now a different tale is being told,
Dreaming of warm summer helps us a little bit I dare say,
Not the same as the real thing, please summer come our way.

M Ann Margetson January 25, 2002