A dreamer sleeps alone.
Cuddling a blanket, soft and fluffy like a cloud.
As she drifts slower into sleep,
her mind is aglow.
Full of images from another world.
The world is of pirates and princes alike.
Her mind wanders to a field,
overlooking the ocean.
With a pride of lions standing in the grass.
As suddenly as her mind had wandered,
she was whisked into the world.
She stood within the pride of lions.
Becoming not a dreamer, but a dream.
Dreamer
This is a poem i wrote for my project in Mrs.Ham's clas......soooo hope you like it.Did you like this poem? Write one of your own!
