When I dream
I dream of days past
Of people long ago.
On cobbled streets I walk
Nodding to merchants as I go
As my pocket rattles with gold.
Travel horseback past a brook
Spotting knights and bandits
Ever questing.
Make a living by the sweat of my brow
And be respected, even at my age.
This is where I belong.
The world was bigger then
Back when adventure roamed free.
It is there I wish to be.
- Carly Floyd
3/9/09
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