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Sprinkled Dreams

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Slipping slowly into dreamland,
waiting patiently for a little bearded man,
     and his tattered bag of sand
to come along, and sprinkle some into my eyes so i can fly high above in the starry skies.

Dreams, they come and go as time drowsily slips by.
I NEVER want to wake up;i want to grow wings and fly.

But, alas, a new day dawns brightly with the morning sun,
To an end, the nights luster comes.....
BUT,
we'll never forget all our joyous fun
i guess you could say that this is a children's poem, but really, it's for anybody. there just wasn't any other category it would fit into really. but anyway. i wrote this on an airplane. i was on my way home from one of my visits from the uk, and reading this new book i had gotten while i was there, and it made a play on the sand man, and i though of this poem instantly. it's kida kewl how stuff just hits you like that, right out of the blue with no warning.

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Amythestindrowning's avatar
It has no meter and hardly any rhyme, children's poems have meter and rhyme it's what makes them. As children learn better with easily remembered things, if the children are your target market for this poem, you may have to adjust your poem, and restructure it in such a way that it will catch their minds and be easy to remember.