Friday, 13 May 2011


Poem 72 of 230:  MILLENNIUM DREAMS

We can control our day’s thought,
    But not our sleepy night’s dream.
My dreams, these nights, are of this sort:
    Red earth; tanned grass; gums by a stream.

I’ll do my bit from Manchester,
    But, if again in Australia,
I’m sure like this I’d fondly dream:
    Snow on swans; willows by a stream.

(C) David Franks 2003

Willow by Manchester's Irwell; 2/5/17

River Witham, Lincolnshire; 16/5/2017

River Wye, Buxton; 15/7/2017

River Wye, Buxton; 15/7/2017