I walked into the clear blue stream.
I saw fish in the clean water.
I ran from shore to shore and laughed.

I saw the storm clouds boil today.
Their golden spears cracked and hit the ground.
The thunder was awesome and the rain immense.
The storm faded into the night and I rested.

I will climb a mountain tomorrow.
I can see many sights along the way.
The hills near my home cannot compare.
The peaks of the tall range to the west are strong.
The storm and stream both stem from their heights.

I think many grand things.
My head fills with awesome visions.
My ears hear sounds of power.
My feet run to unlimited conquests.
I have a life beyond my wildest dreams
because what I imagine is real.

W. Wayne B.
Kindle poetry chapbook: Journey Through a Garden

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