For a lonely midday in my far-away days,
I have a little dream.
A house of wood, and soft green leaves,
in the tallest branches of the oak tree.
And when on that clear, blue day,
my dried leaf curtain would rustle in the breeze,
And the faint call of the songbird,
would bring with it the scent of the woodbine-
I'd pick up that well-played banjo
and strum a song for me.
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A/N:
It's fairly short and simple, and something I had thought of this morning, as I sat in my chair looking at the replica of a treehouse in our showcase : ))
Do comment your feelings down below. Do you have any dreams for your later years, that may seem far beyond reach, but something...you wish would come true?
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