On Discovering My Childhood Plans of My Future Home

  


    Those kids
        who won the race or counting prize
    with blocks built walls
        the higher to knock down.
    But I,
        with casted off pieces,
            could devise Split-level homes
                to fill a sprawling town.
    No teacher guessed
        behind my nap-time gaze
            grew domes of glass,
             a fortress in a tree,
            deep caves,
            a castle keep,
            a garden maze,
            a doric temple,
            cities 'neath the sea.
    For years
        I've slept alone
            in rented rooms,
    Yet still some nights
            I float up stairs of stone
            to tower loft
            or down through vaulted tombs
        to claim forgotten treasures
            as my own.
        I'll never build my dream-house,
            yet, in kind,
    these dreams and day dreams
        helped me built my mind.

 

 

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[Reality]

hm, brings me back to being a kid again, racing around in my own castles, lovely poem, well written. I love the title, great job :)