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Dreamin’ (c) 2017 by Pamela Schloesser Canepa
I dream of a California
that is untouched by flame,
of wide open spaces to which
no one lays claim.
I dream of a body
that’s not slowed down with pain
Of waterlogged islands
that can be home again.
I wish for outdoor concerts
not ruined by gunshots
And long for a leader
whose conscience can’t be bought.
I dream of a nation
embracing its weakest.
Acceptance and love,
to those of the outer reaches.
I dream with wanderlust
for I just want to escape
The feel, and the touch
of this year’s landscape.
I dream of a future
that is better than today,
that is spiritually evolved
from the world of yesterday.
I dream, but is that all?
For it has to start somewhere.
I dream, I share my dream,
and I wonder, just who cares?
*The poet, Pamela, was born in California. Her own experience with the year 2017 has been a little rough. Watching the news doesn’t help. You may make conclusions about her political leanings. That is your right. We are all entitled to our opinion, but I think we’d all agree, the world, our nation, our people, have suffered a rough year. Still, we can always hope for a better tomorrow and dream of a better world.