Vacation Dream Trek/Category, Poetry

Vacation Dream Trek

We live in luxury,

in a chalet here,

climbing walls of ivy fall,

around by draping,

our cozy living.

I walk the stairwell,

in a trek amazing,

transported, at once,

by the cavern bears,

the amazing pictures,

fine decorations,

which make me-

cause me to see,

the spirit of old-fashioned.

Old-fashioned,

old-fashioned.

The exquisite thought rolls from me,

I could be,

Mrs. March maybe,

stately traveling he,

stairs to tell,

my daughters I'm home.

I could be anyone,

my hair a pretty blond,

not wavy brown,

fainting upon meeting,

the  frightening decor,

but that I wouldn't.

I am not in a storybook,

one who requires salt,

no, see- I long,

for the older days but I'm-

in the present age so,

if I faint,

at the sight,

of what my Chalet brings me . . .

I'll get myself a motrin.

But I have dreams,

I have the mountains,

and dreaming,

so I shall not faint.