Endless days of childhood dreams,
That never seem to fade,
Close your eyes and bring them forth,
In sunlight and in shade,
The pony standing by the gate,
His nose was soft to touch,
His breath, a warm breeze, on my face,
I loved him oh so much,
A summer stretched in time and space,
strands of hair blown around my face,
The turbulence of all our lives,
That follow through the years
Stirs in our minds, and takes us back,
In laughter and in tears.
Restored we rise, go forth renewed,
There is still so much to do,
Maturing dreams that lie ahead,
They really could come true.

by Rosemary Lake

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