Dream Land
The sunshine knows where the wind does blow
when the day is wild and free.
Air tastes of salt at the old stone fort
that’s nestled by the sea.
Turn the windlass under sky that’s endless
and leave the shore behind.
Down we go to the waters below
to see what we can find.
The world beneath is a bountiful heath,
a place both strange and pure.
The universe is full of verse
when our hearts love to explore.
Terri Simon
Terri Simon’s poetry chapbook, “Ghosts of My Own Choosing,” was published by Flutter Press in 2017. Her chapbook, “Ringing the Bell” is scheduled to be published by Clare Songbirds Publishing House in 2020. Her work has appeared in “The Avenue,” “Third Wednesday,” “Poetry Quarterly,” “Rat’s Ass Review,” “Ariel Chart,” and other print and online journals, as well as several anthologies. She received honorable mention in Kind of a Hurricane Press’ Editor’s Choice for 2015. She lives in Laurel, Maryland with her husband and dogs. She can be found at http://www.terricsimon.com or Twitter as @terricsimon
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It's rare to read rhyme that stays fresh and modern. An enjoyable treat.
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