Small Town Dream


It can be a very difficult experience to speak from the heart. Fear of what might be said often prevents the words from ever being spoken. But with a pen in hand, anything can be expressed. When a starry blanket glistens over the small town where I live, I find myself lost in a heavenly dream. But those dreams remain buried deep within my heart. The only way to unlock the dreams from their cozy chamber is to set them to rhyme, a dream's natural language. And that is what I have done.


The Madison lakeshore, from a look above the student union at the University of Wisconsin

Click on the Madison lakeshore to view "Madison"
and a few of my other favorite poems.



© 1997 Jason McMahon

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