To dream of verdant pastures and azure skies,

of panoramic bliss before our eyes;

a realm where peace abounds across the land

where kinship is born from nothing more

than an outstrecthed hand

and rests on nothing less than an honest word.

To dream of playful cheer and joyful song,

of pleasant smiles among the throng

of happy neighbors joined by one-time strangers

and warm embraces from sentimental faces

as well as caresses that ignite the breast.


And let the dream begin…

Kurt Poleet

This one might be a little grown up for you but after what’s been going on in the world lately I thought it was kinda appropriate.

love, Pop Pop


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