Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.
Hi Carole, I've enjoyed some of his poetry recently & the one above is a good one. My daughter & I have been reciting this one to each other, with a Yankee accent, or what we think is one:
ReplyDeletehttps://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/47559/mother-to-son :)