As I lay my head down the sandman comes
With his luminous golden glow,
He sprinkles magic dust upon my head,
As my imagination begins to grow.
What will I dream about this very night?
Gladiators fighting or monsters causing mayhem,
Fairies in an enchanted wood
Whatever it is - I hope it's good.
For if it's not my darkest fears may spread
Swallowing happy thoughts like a python does its prey.
Tossing and turning I fight against the blackness
Through the agonising wait for the day.
Fighting the fear the happiness returns
Making me calm inside
I'm back at the beach with the rolling waves
I'm free, no longer confined.
I can be a jockey, a singer, a poet
An astronaut flying to the stars.
There are no limits, it's just a dream,
The sun is up at last.
by Amelia Brashaw (10)
Parsons Down Junior School - Berkshire
Competition - Once Upon A Dream
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