This is my Camino. Welcome.

23. Dreams are free

This one is best read aloud. (And, even better, to someone you love).

Dreams are free, my dear child,
Dreams are free, free, free,
Like the stars in the sky
‘Neath the tall pine trees

Like the wash of the pebbles
On the floor of a stream,
Like the whisper of mosses,
Like a feather’s jewel’d gleam.

Free as the wild geese
Who have claimed the tall sky,
Free as a breeze
On the Fourth of July.

So dream big, my dear child,
Bright, brave, and wide
Let your brain storm with freedom
And bring spark to your eyes,

Picture the world
That you wish that you knew,
Plan, sketch, and hone it…
Then make it come true.


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