Day Dream
(c) April 28, 2001
There is a place inside my mind
where darkness never comes
not a cloud or raindrop falls
the day is full of sun
Rolling fields of clover
and trees with crimson leaves
dotted with bright flowers
to give my eyes a tease
Just one small stream
to feed the pond the water that it needs
cattails, moss, and bluegrass
line the banks of emerald green
This is surely heaven
what else could it be
everything is perfect
all the sights I see
Could there be a place like this
a real place, not a dream
because if there is
I'll take my pole with me
by Ricky D. McKean
(c) April 28, 2001
There is a place inside my mind
where darkness never comes
not a cloud or raindrop falls
the day is full of sun
Rolling fields of clover
and trees with crimson leaves
dotted with bright flowers
to give my eyes a tease
Just one small stream
to feed the pond the water that it needs
cattails, moss, and bluegrass
line the banks of emerald green
This is surely heaven
what else could it be
everything is perfect
all the sights I see
Could there be a place like this
a real place, not a dream
because if there is
I'll take my pole with me
by Ricky D. McKean
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