Thunderous shouts drift through the air,
A young one's mind takes flight.
Oh, the imagination debonair,
Waves of light, sound and sight.
Little girl dreams of a better life,
She dreams of flowers, pink and white;
A moonlit path on a summer's night,
Rolling hills teemed with life.
Through shrieks and screams,
The fairies play, the ponies graze,
A little girl dreams
Of singing birds and a smiling face.
The slamming door didn't startle her much,
She thought she felt an angel's touch.
The house was still, not a sound in sight,
She dreamed a dream, till she learned to write.
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I was born and raised in Somerdale, New Jersey. I moved to the suburbs of Martinsburg, West Virginia fourteen years ago. I am currently attending Shepherd University in an effort to obtain a bachelor of English degree. I live with my husband, Richard and our three children, Zane (19), Julian (15), and Rain (8).