I DREAMED I WAS A CHILD

               I DREAMED I WAS A CHILD


 There was a place, there was a child, was it real,
 Why was he crying?

 A street, a neighborhood, a school where laughter lived, 
 Clowns on a wall.

 Duck, duck, goose and a circle of friends, round, and 
 Round, They ran,

 A boy named Grover, swing sets and a dream, I walk there 
 It seems.

 A small boy, lonely in his thoughts, a dreamer of things 
 Not to be thought,

 Monsters under the bed, who peeks in the window above 
 his frightened head.

 I dreamed I was a child but who is it I be, a fathers 
 Son from yesterday,

 A child trapped in a place that does not let go, cartoons 
 And sounds of planes.

 Reality was but a moment, childhood innocence and magic 
 Slips away,

 Where were you little girl when my October drifted into 
 Eternity.

 Imagination and ice cream trucks playing musical tunes 
 For a dime,

 Warm Summer days lost in a mans' child dreaming eyes.


 It rests in cobwebs, it quietly waits for my return,


 A place hidden from my mind, it watches, it knows 
 What I have seen.

                            Keith Garrett 

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