Angie's Dream

Angie fell asleep,

And began counting sheep

One, two, three

So many more she could see.

Like a white cloud in the sky

Angie felt like she could fly.

Under the old quilt on her bed

Angie lay still like she was dead.

Suddenly the dream changed,

And everything rearranged.

There was a row of trees

Down by the open seas.

A sail boat sailing on

To places unknown.

She could nearly see

Stephen in her memory.

He loved to sail out there

Just going nowhere,

But he was lost at sea

O' where could Stephen be?

The sails turned into sheep,

And Angie continued to sleep.

Then a horse appeared to her

Causing quite a stir.

She tried to hold him with the rope,

But the horse was on a slope.

She fell down and saw the sail go by,

And the clouds in the sky.

Reminded her of Stephen again,

And she saw purple rain.

It was coming down from the sky

As the sheep went passing by.

O' where is Stephen my dear?

Will we find you this year?

Then her eyes opened to see

It was all about Stephen's memory.

Awakened now by what seemed,

And the memory of Stephen.

O' where could my beloved be?

Stephen please come back to me!

Written by: Lena Ayer Kittrell ©

Background by: Lena Ayer Kittrell ©