Once Upon a Dream
Stephen W Emerick
Once upon an awakening
From a deep and slumbering dream
A door now stood wide open
As I stepped into the stream.
Visions set sail within me
As I skimmed along the shore
An ever-receding tree line
Stirring grief within my core.
All eyes now to the horizon
As many have done before
The trace line of the rising sun
Becomes my ships fine-fitted oar.
Once upon an awakening
Fed by a deep and rumbling stream
A sail pulled taught then billowed
As I slept into the dream!
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There was a poignant note about "tree line receding." A very real concern about the loss of trees. It is interesting to note that the buffalo that roamed the central North American continent before the Europeans came and changed the landscape to farming, kept trees from growing by trampling them throughout their range all the way to Pennsylvania and Tennessee.
Most Midwestern towns and farms have many trees where there were none when the buffalo roamed free.
Ron