Dreaming by Elaine Pearson

 I was sitting with me poetry book

Trying to think of a theme

When I closed my eyes and drifted

And then I started to dream

 

I was in a lovely garden

Resting on an old wooden seat

Under a hanging laburnum tree

With a little dog at my feet

  

The sun was shining it was lovely and warm

A blackbird was happily singing

And somewhere in the distance

I could hear a church bell ringing

 

Oh, this is a lovely peaceful place

With trees and flowers everywhere

And someone’s cut the grass today

The scent is still in the air

 

There’s a patio with beautiful furniture

And a table laid for tea

Whoever lives here is lucky

Oh, how I wish it were me

 

There are pots of pretty geraniums

Stained glass windows and a wooden door

There’s a name on the wall ‘The Heaven’

Who could ask for anything more

 

Then a voice broke into my reverie

‘You ok?’ my neighbour called

I opened my eyes and smiled with delight

‘Cos I wasn’t dreaming at all!