imaganation

its a story/peom it deosnt ryhme

i looked out my bedroom window i see the beautiful full moon

i can imagine the witches fly around on their brooms cackling at others misery

Far in the diistance i can see the towns river oh how i can see the old soldiers still battling from war.

My mother tells me i need to get my head out of the clouds and stop dreaming.

But without dreams what do we have to look forward to what do we have to achieve.

I look up at the dark clouds imagening heavens gates where the angels rest.

imagination is the one thingg i have that no one can take from me.

and as i shut the window and crawl into bed i smile, i must visit now wonderful place where even my wildest dreams come true. 

Author's Note

ya i really wanted to upload another story and i just started writing:) sorry for any spelling mistakes:)

Reviews

[Christina Woods]

I love how your stories always paint a picture and we can relate even if we havent had similar experiences ourselves. We are the dreamers

[Distant horizons]

keep dreaming, great write.