I used to tell my friends at school <br />Our garden had a swimming pool <br />And flowers like they'd never seen, <br />A fountain and a bowling green, <br />Trees weighed down with big ripe pears <br />That I could reach and pick upstairs. <br /> <br />They used to really envy me, <br />Outspoken in their jealousy, <br />And wished that they could say the same <br />And I would shrug, say 'What a shame! ' <br /> <br />Then after school we'd say goodbye, <br />I'd take the low road, they the high <br />And Toby, waiting by the shack <br />Would wag his tail to see me back. <br /> <br />I'd stroke him and survey the farce <br />Of two square yards of waist-high grass, <br />A broken pram, a two-wheeled trike, <br />A one-time fence, a rusty spike. <br /> <br />I'd have my tea, go out again <br />And play with Toby in the lane <br />Until it started getting dark. <br />I'd go back in and he would bark. <br /> <br />Then he'd lie down and sleep instead <br />When he knew I was off to bed. <br />I'd close my eyes with great delight <br />To dream the dream I dreamed each night. <br /> <br />I'd go outside. Wow! This is cool! <br />The handyman has cleaned the pool, <br />The water's clear as crystal glass, <br />I'd throw my clothes down on the grass <br />Then in I'd jump - and Toby, too. <br />We'd swim together all day through. <br /> <br />Every night that filled my head. <br />And every night I wet the bed.<br /><br />Terry Donovan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-m-always-dreaming/
