Dreamed

Did we dream it, you and I,

In the High Sierras and the Plains, 

Amongst the mountains and the driftwood, 

Down by the bay, 

Amidst the forest,

Along the streams,

Did we dream it,

Like a lullaby:

In the cities and the streets,

The takeouts and the take-aways?

Dream it down the country roads 

And the farmers' tracks 

And old cruck barns,

By railway lines,

Canals and country lanes?

And do we dream it still, 

Our incessant lullaby, 

Coast to coast,

Shore to shore, 

As if the world 

And all its stops 

Never pulsed as much as then?

© R. Frank Wilson.