Ten years later, I live in Newcastle upon Tyne, North East England...

Poem 72 of 230: MILLENNIUM DREAMS

We can control our day's thought,
    But not our sleepy night's dream.
My dreams these nights are of this sort:
    Red earth; tanned grass; gums by a stream.

I'll do my bit from Manchester,
    But, if again in Australia,
I'm sure like this I'd fondly dream:
    Snow on swans; willows by a stream.

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