Time Travel – Poetry

i come from a land where people believe 

where friendship is sacred

where dreams are achieved.

 

i come from a land where magic still lives

where children still laugh

where neighbours still give.

 

i come from a land west of the spring moon

hear the howl of the wolf

hear the cry of the loon.

 

i come from a land where streams are still blue

where the sky is still clear

where grass is still new.

 

i come from a land that you can still share

feel the rush of the river

smell the clean of the air.

 

i come from a land your children may see

i come from the future;

i know not your reality.

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