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Visions by Hearthlight

With children do I travel through a dream
Of boyhood light, and fantasies of gold;
My treasure will I hide, beneath the beam
Of ancient sailing ship, a fortune bold.
The shutter clicks, transporting me astride
A sorrel, in ten gallons, western style.
With barely chance to gallop out my ride,
It trips again; I float through clouds, and smile
At tiny leaping elves of portly garth,
Who chop their wood, and live in hollow trees,
With smoking pipes, and bread warm from the hearth,
They spread it thick with stuff from honey bees.
A child am I again, in dreams of joy,
In innocence, a sleeping, laughing boy.