Oh I am a dreamer of small dreams.
No house in Mayfair for me nor
castle in Spain, or in Tuscany.
Are there castles in Tuscany?
Mine not to dream of heroes
on white horses (nearly an anagram of heroes),
see there I get distracted.
Distracted by the beans pushing
through - I dream of them
climbing the poles I have set ready,
and the new pea sprouts - I dream
they will cover the wire fence.
I dream of my brushes that will
paint a really good green pepper
and I dream of my dreams that
they might give forth a good
line for a poem everyday.
Oh I am a dreamer of small dreams
on my small island of no significance.
©Naomi Beth Wakan (this may not be reproduced without written permission)