Loyde P. “Snake” Arender

DREAMS OF A SNAKE

The snake lay alone in the sand
as the birds floated in the sky;
but since the snake had no wings,
it was impossible for him to fly

A deer jumped over a log nearby
and a rabbit hopped to the stream;
the snake knew he had no wings or legs,
but he also knew that he could dream

So there beside the babbling brook
the snake drifted off to sleep;
for in his dreams he could run and fly
and have memories that he could keep

Many, many years came and went
but each and every day
the snake would slither to the sand
and let his dreams take him away

For isn’t it better to have a dream
even if only for a while,
especially when the dream you have
somehow makes you smile.