“...A Dream”

“Life is But a Dream”

Once upon a time.

A dream it was all a great strange dream.

Long ago I imagined that all my life was a dream.

A dream I was having as a child. Even my posting right now on a

sunny day in the 21st century is part of the dream.

I’ll awake. I’m in a bunkbed.

My brother John asleep below me.

It’s winter I can see snow in the back yard. I’m seven.

It’s January 1958. I dreamed in fine detail a whole history.

I hear our dog “Brownie” padding about below.

My dad getting ready to go to work.

School, I have to go to school.

I have the experiences, memories of a lifetime.

I hold near 70 future years in my heart. How to tell should I tell?