The Young Dreamers

The Young Dreamers I remember a time, When I was but a wee child. Those dreams used to stick with me, Making my mind wild! For I knew there was something, Inside each and every dream. Something that could not be forgotten, That started with a Beam! Now as I watch from a far, My own children and each friend. Theyve turned their dreams into a club, One of much fun theyll spend! The Young Dreamers Club, Is the name of their group. It all started with their dreams, and turned into a troop!!! They meet as a team, Each one wearing a smile! Building memories and dreams, That will reach across the Nile! RebeccaJeanine ¬ Copyright 2008 RebeccaJeanine71 (UN: rebeccajeanine at Writing.Com). All rights reserved. RebeccaJeanine71 has granted Writing.Com, its affiliates and syndicates non-exclusive rights to display this work.