Sunday, October 31, 2010

Shaken and Stirred

In my dream
I was alone in a crowd;
Laughed at and scorned.

In my dream
The building shook;
It rolled down the hill.

I stood looking up
And told of my ride;
I was not believed.

I walked away

Was it just a dream?


The Vegas Art Guy said...

Nice poem. That is about how the last month or two went for me...

Chris McClure aka Panhandle Poet said...

Thanks for stopping by, Vegas Art Guy. I notice you are an educator. I came from a family full of teachers. I am the "black sheep" because I didn't go into education. The funny thing is that I find myself educating daily and have for years.

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