(1873 - 1958 / Kent / England)

A Dream Of Fantasy

Hanging from a helicopter,
Swinging precariously;
Flying over the mountain-tops,
Perched quite dangerously.
Seeing all the clouds pass by,
Across the silvery sea;
And the peeping stars in the sky,
With my eyes dreamy.

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i am a fan of this piece.your poetry is always worthwhile to read