Really weird dream from Saturday nightA Poem by poetdwellerbears, minigolf, statues, and magical houses
Three of us Walked alone Across a evening golfcourse, We checked and couldn’t play, We weren’t twenty. Three of us, One was I, One was short, skinny, buzzed hair, Blonde and cross country runner, My brother. The other was his best friend, In a giant version of my little brothers bronco jacket His serious outlook on life, His glasses shining in the sun So The three of us Played minigolf, But I failed from the many jumps on the course, Almost a mini rollercoaster But then I saw my friend, Her curly brown hair tied back, Porcelain skin in a gentle smile, With her parents, one bald the other jolly. They were allowed to gold so I left the two and joined their three. The four of us golfed, Until the owls were awake, And the darkness was gently lolling the trees. We went to one last course And there stood a bear, slightly moving. “Hey look at the cool statue.” What were they smoking? “Uh, guys, that ain’t a statue.” “Yes it-” The bear roared and charged We ran screaming into a house that had magically appeared but it followed WE ran around outside, everywhere. The two of them, Were still minigolfing, And didn’t notice We were being mauled by bears. © 2008 poetdwellerAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on March 24, 2008 AuthorpoetdwellerAboutI write. That's why I'm here. It's my passion. It's why I live. End of story. :) more..Writing
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