My Childhood Dream

I thought it was the culture
To soar high like the vulture
I threw away my water bottle
Like soldiers running to battle

The sky was like a berry-straw
I could use my pencils to draw
The images floating in the stream
Reminded me of my first dream

I sighted happy bread bakers
Baking in the bright moonlight
To feed the hungry tent makers
Building painfully in the starlight

I heard the great light bearers
Under the day’s blazing rays
Mocking the small tale bearers
Grinning like bats in the twilight

The sunrays banished the shadow
That crouched across my meadow
And I sighted the triumphant rainbow
Spraying more colours on my elbow