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    Dreaming
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    Dreaming

    By Christian Boustead

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    A poetry collection covering such subjects as the elements, nature and dreaming.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherLulu.com
    Release dateJul 29, 2013
    ISBN9781291501087
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      Dreaming - Christian Boustead

      Dreaming

      Dreaming.

      Christian Boustead.

      © Christian Boustead 01/11/2010.

      All rights reserved.

      ISBN: 978-1-291-50108-7

      No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means without the written permission of the author.

      ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS.

      I would like to thank the following people:

      My brother Adam, who has had to put up with me and my writing for years.  My parents John (who told me about the snail in any port) and Pauline (who comment that she preferred comical rhyming poems, inspired me to write Goose Song). My other Brother Daniel and the rest of the family.

      I would also like to thank Paul, Alan, Jan (who’s guidance and advice have made this book possible) and the rest of the Hanley City Voices writing group, for supporting me and putting up with my poetry.  Without City Voices, Aspiration and most of these poems would not have come about.

      Finally I wish to thank Margaret Taylor and Jared Legg for their editing of this work.

      If I have forgotten anyone, then I apologise.

      AIR.

      Element of spring.

      You guard the First Watch Tower.

      The Sylph is your people.

      You are both the Zephyr and Tempest.

      You are the bringer of life and death.

      ANY PORT IN A STORM.

      Any port in a storm will do, when the sky is dark and threatening blue.

      He found a box of metal, open at both ends and thought himself safe from the storm.

      But how he was wrong and too late he discovered that fate can be cruel.

      For even as he huddled from the storm, a giant came along and turfed him out of his box.

      But that is what happens when you’re a Snail hiding in a stall frame.

      For the man will always say the Snail has no claim to his land.

      ASPIRATIONS.

      My aspirations are to fly, like a bird.

      I try to fly, but all I do is fall up.

      My aspiration is to fly through the sky, but what method should I try?

      Should

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