Treasure Island

Michael Peterson

(Janesville, Wisconsin)

Dreams of a Better Place


Taking a stroll down the street
Looking at the many houses
Some full, a few empty
The yards all so different in their own way
Trees and bushes sprouting everywhere
The sidewalks so straight and narrow
With children art works of chalk here and there
Dogs in the back barking at every little noise
Wondering who is near their home
The neighborhood so quiet and peaceful
The sun shining on its beauty
Casting shadows across the yards
Birds chirping from the trees
Music to the naked ear
Cars driving by here and there
Mothers pushing strollers by
A few joggers running by
Walking thru and thinking I want to live here
So gorgeous and quiet and friendly
The homes so big and elegant
Victorians to mini mansions
Expensive cars in every driveway
Dreaming of a better place to be
Heading to get on the bus
Heading to the real world
In a rough beat up place
A run down apartment far away
Small and dumpy, all can afford
Trash everywhere, deserted rust buckets everywhere
Working hard to get out, dreaming of better places
Another trip to the fantasy neighborhood
To keep the dreams alive, away from reality

Submitted: Monday, July 08, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, July 09, 2013

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Driving thru a rich section of town. Now heading to my little dump..

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