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by ©Doug Van Wyk
I
dreamed I walked the
timbers,
Amongst
the mighty oak
I
dreamed that I was
them
And wore
their foliage as my
cloak
I
dreamed my arms were upright
branches
Reaching
heights, only eagles dare to
fly
Close
enough to kiss the
moon
As
twilight faded nigh
I
dreamed the stars had beckoned
me,
With
their twinkling dialog
Then
shared with me their sunlight
drops,
To
transform the morning
fog
I
dreamed of the holy old rugged
cross,
Where I
laid down my burdened
yoke
With
freedom then to dream, I
dreamed
I'll
walk again....amongst the mighty
oak
©Doug
Van Wyk ©2003
Graphic
design ~ Jan Van Wyk
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