I dreamt the day away, could I be in trouble?
I try to be good and do the things I must do, but........
Sometimes I think of a little thing, like a bird flying overhead, and suddenly verses are running through my mind and I have to put them down on paper or I might just go crazy. I thought of the one below as I watched geese fly overhead on their way south for the winter and felt a bit lonely for the warmer, brighter days of summer. That was when the words began to flow and the lines just kept repeating themselves. Somehow, the message wasn’t really clear until the very last line flowed onto the paper and I realized I was talking about wasting away a perfectly good day by daydreaming.
This is what “I” did……….
I stepped outside into the sun and watched the birds fly high.
I stepped across the shaded walk and saw a butterfly.
I sat beside the flowing brook and listened to its song.
I sat against a gnarled oak tree and thought its age is long.
I walked along the garden path and once more relished the view.
I walked around the earthen shed and saw a mushroom, or two.
I whistled a tune as I approached my home, thinking it was time.
I whistled up, and I whistled down, and I whistled in my mind.
I opened up the door real wide and watched the dog run through.
I opened up the pot bellied stove and shook the fire anew.
I heated water and I heated soup and I heated up my bed pan.
I heated the whole cabin, the smoke up the chimney ran.
I made my way to my soft cushy bed to sleep away the night.
I made my mind up, tomorrow work, no time for fanciful flight.
As I lay on my soft bed and thought about the next day's chores....
I tried very hard to be strong with myself and decide that tomorrow I would do some work and not daydream, but, I don’t think I was strong enough. I think, perhaps, that the daydreaming might just continue since my first step out of the door will bring me right back to the flight of birds and the shaded sidewalk. How can I possibly ignore a butterfly in flight or the music of the brook as it makes its way to a river or pond? This poem is a difficult one. I think it means trouble for me. I might need to put this one down on paper and then run like crazy to get away from it or I might be daydreaming about the beauty of summer for a very long time. I know, I’ll start dreaming about the cold and the snow….and the beauty of a snow covered field, and the silence of the glittering snow as it lands daintily on a pile of its brothers, and the wind as it whips the delicate flakes up into a whirlwind of white only to pile them higher and higher against the walls of the house. I’ll daydream about cold winter nights sitting in front of a roaring fire roasting marshmallows and drinking hot cocoa…….I think I’m in trouble.
I know I am....
Thinking about the glistening snowflakes gathering together on trees and silent pathways have always made me dream and smile with pleasure. How can I ignore such wonder? How can I ignore such beauty? How can I ignore the draw of imagination that threatens to pull me in through that gently sparkling path? Oh my, I think I have done it again. Alright, I must be strong with myself. No more daydreaming and that's final!
Now I pull out my list of things to do and read the first item on the list. "Prepare the flower beds for winter." Flower beds in winter. The bulbs digging their tiny hair-like roots deep into the earth to prepare for winter's long sleep. The small animals and insects who reside in the garden finish their gathering and bury themselves in their homes, protected from winter's biting wind. Winter's wind will soon come to batter at windows, seek cracks in walls, and dig tiny icy fingers into any protection you might wear. I'm doing it again aren't I? Wow, this daydreaming really has tight hold.
Daydreaming is not only a good way to pass the time, but it can help to develope a strong imagination, increase your brain activity (in other words exercise your brain) and help you to learn to think outside the box! These abilities will help you to go very far in our ever changing world.
When you have some free time...
You could go to the mall, go to a party with your friends or sit in a quiet place and daydream, which do you think you might do? If I had the choice, I would daydream. Of course if the mall is having a special going on or the party will be the biggest event of the year, then I might reconsider.
Let's see, a disco ball spun bright sparkles around the room as happy couples moved wildly to the loud music. I think I had better end before I really get into another daydream. Happy daydreaming everyone's!
© 2011 Cheryl Simonds
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