The Icelandic Canadian - 01.03.2003, Blaðsíða 43

Vol. 57 #4
THE ICELANDIC CANADIAN
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Poetry
A Dream
A dream is just a whisper of a forever running imagination.
A dream is like a candle,
The slighest breeze will forever turn it off,
Forever shatter it’s delicate reminisce.
Sure life is set on that very thread of rules,
But we some day will walk across that thread.
That thread we walk on will turn into thick rope the farther we go.
But if we go far enough that thread,
That rope beneath your feet will turn to solid ground.
That ground will eventually lead you to that very dream,
That whisper.
- Sara Berg, age 13