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Poem Details
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| Title: | Am I Dreaming? |
| Author: | Yaser Sleiman |
| Date Submitted: | 9/16/2007 |
| Email: | yas1992@hotmail.com |
| Poem: |
I'm looking around and there's no harm, to my thirty-year-old farm. I stand up to go to the shed, then I realize my horses have already been fed. I looked at my horses in confusion, then I thought it was my illusion. I closed the door with a big shake, then I heard a stick break. I turned around to see who was here, which startled me with a great fear. I heard the bark of my dog, then looked at my dad in this fog. "Hello there, my son," Dad said, this was unbelievable... my dad was already dead. I stared in suprise, then thought I was mad, I rubbed my eyes, then looked at my dad. For there he stood, tall and wise, but yet something was wrong within his eyes. My legs seemed like they'd been glued, and all this to add to my mood. I ran because I think I care, when I got to him, he vanished into thin air. Now I can't believe what I see, because my eyes keep playing tricks on me.... |