dreams
January 10th, 2012 § 37 Comments
climbing the worn steps
of the town’s old Carnegie,
my mind is already
headed to distant places,
a saturday traveler
late fifties summer,
stuck in rural Oklahoma
a girl has to dream
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Beautiful beautiful beautiful!
Thanks! This is not my usual nature stuff, but I got to thinking about that old library.
Sandy, wonderful poem and that photo is breathtaking!
Love it!
Thank you Margie. There was a double rainbow that day, the other one was done in pastels.
Very dreamy image and words.
I should could of used a shot of the moors this when I posted that. When I was young, it seems I spent a lot of book time there.
This is lovely, Sandy. Both the words and the picture. And, ah, yes, a girl must dream…even into her old age.
Well, of course! We wouldn’t get far without them.
Sandy – More of this please – I was mesmerized both with words and photos! That girl filled with dreams has traveled far.
I was thinking yesterday, that nobody would let their little girls (my younger sister and I) go off to the library by themselves these days.
Country people went to town on Saturday, Jody and I went across the street to the library, while Mom was shopping at the Safeway.
There are good things about small towns.
fun poem, you took me to another place
gorgeous!!! photo.
Thanks! I named this photo pot of gold. As you can see, the gold is flowing out of the clouds. Now we know where the gold comes from.
Words and photo tell the story……wonderful!
Just a snip from my early days. I just got a Kindle, but won’t give up the library. Between Oklahoma and Maine, I have 50+ years on my library cards.
A beautiful image, made for dreams!
Rainbows are dreams in the sky, aren’t they? We need more of them.
The beginning of the magic of a future artist, oh Sandy you almost brought me to tears
Thanks, but I am just doing something I enjoy. Two somethings, actually.
Hi Sandy
A lovely photo and wonderful poem. My wife used to bring a box of books back to the farm from trips to town. As a city boy I had access to a large school library and a city library in an old mansion once owned by a son of Hiram Walker and built in 1917. So many of our dreams and interests started in libraries, we work in them and we still live surrounded by books. Wonderful memories.
Thanks
Guy
I like to read stories like this. Thank God for libraries. That is a good use of an old mansion.
If heaven is above us, you’ve just taken the picture of it.
That day, the whole sky was beautiful. I think you might be right.
Dreams…life is so bland without them. What a gorgeous shot! And what gorgeous poetry, Sandy.
That is for sure. Thank you, Talon.
A perfect dreamlike combo of poem and photo. Nice one, Sandy…
Thanks. I was hoping to get that across. Some combinatons work so much better than others.
What a fabulous poem – so tender. And a lovely lovely shot.
Thanks, Fiona. I can’t imagine a life without reading, can you?
what an amazing sky!
It really was! And the odd thing that day – I never saw any rain.
Perfect heaven! I remember the beautiful library in my home town. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a prettier one.
The old ones have it all over the modern buildings, don’t they?
Sandy,
This photo IS breathtaking, just beautiful!
I love the library as well – libraries do play such an important part in people’s lives, and many people seem to keep wonderful memories of their childhood library.
This is such a very good post, and I love your poetry as well!
Brenda
I am not surprised that you like this one. You definitely come across as a person who aprreciates the written word, Brenda. I’ll bet you have spent more time in libraries than I have.
LOVE that last line–”a girl has to dream”!!! And Never STOP!
Love this one, especially the last line.
I am grateful to behold that single word ‘Carnegie’ and feel the stream of memories go past. I bring to mind the one in Iowa where I was in Summer Stock Theatre–the one in Missouri, where I attended College–the one in Vermont–the one in Vancouver which is now ‘The Carnegie Community Centre’, located in the very heart of the city’s poorest inner city, yet still harbours a library along with an art centre.
That man may have been ‘this’ and may have been ‘that’, but his legacy changed many a life through the gift of books. Thank you for the image. And thank you for this lovely, memory-laden poem.