I dreamt I was an Eagle
Flying proudly in the sky
I won the competition
As the bird that reached so high
I dreamt I was a Parrot
Who mimics people best
Won a trophy of a seed bag
In a talking bird contest
I dreamt I was a white Dove
Leading a massive flock of birds
We carried flags and banners
Sharing love and peaceful words
I dreamt I was a Sparrow
Bringing smiles to one and all
No matter what I did eat
I could never grow so tall
I dreamt I was a large Crow
Feathers glossy ebony black
Why do many dislike me?
I have such high intellect
I dreamt I was a barn Owl
A wise and clever soul
She woke me \"Stop your dreaming
Get to office, reach your goal\".
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I put this up with some trepidation because again it\'s just a very simple rhyming poem. Learning and enjoying writing poems in my (over!) mid 60\'s during the Covid lockdowns has led me along this path of poetry writing.
MPS poets put up fabulous poems. I have read beautiful ones with images so vivid, funny poems which made me laugh, sad ones which tug at heartstrings, erotic ones (phew!), uncomprehending ones (I send them to my daughter who explains them to me!). So many clever, elegant, thought provoking poems.
But above all, the friendship and encouragement from poets here has motivated me to try and write various styles. And inspired me to write on different subjects (today\'s poem was inspired by Spill\'s Dreams). But still I come back to very simple lines that rhyme!
I think maybe the years of talking to patients with explanations that they can really understand has moulded my writing. Will keep trying to improve.