all I could dream of was
to go the beach.
To walk along the shore.
To sit on the deck,
or the balcony, and
listen to the surf.
To stare off into infinity
for hours at a time.
I would dream of
what it would be like
to live on the beach.
There once was a time when,
all I could dream of was
the Magic Kingdom, Epcot,
Hollywood Studios and
the Animal Kingdom.
To walk along the lanes
and the out of the way paths.
To sit on a bench, or perhaps
at a table, and
listen to the parks.
To listen to my heart
and be a child once more.
I would dream of
what it would be like
to live near the parks.
Now, all I seem to dream of
is to be back in England.
To walk on the streets of London, or in the parks
(Hyde, Kensington, Green, St. James),
along well-worn, aged streets.
To sit at a table in
the Covent Garden,
listening to classical music.
To be only a few hours away
from the southwest coast,
or the City of Light.
Always surrounded by, and
listening to the sounds of the city.
I dream of
what it would be like
to live in England (again).
A field near the Ambion Wood along the
Ashby de la Zouch Canal
