Escape of Dreams by Bob Johnson

The wave of amber grain 

And blue sky meet 

On a sublime autumn day

To feel the sunshine’s heat

The path of dirt and dust 

Leads a way of quiet solitude

Where the crickets play a familiar song

Where no disturbing sound need intrude

And the quiet pall surrounds me

Away from stress and strife

I stay at this place in my mind

A memory of a simple life

An escape from the weight of reality 

In search of days of old

I remember for a time of restful peace

And a glimpse of acts so bold

When living was light and free

Contentment was easily found

Aroused from this dreamy state now 

To search for happiness unbound

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