The Future
To every child
Out there, staring at the Moon,
Understand that you're the ones
Collecting all the dreams tonight.
Harvest them, hoard them, hold them
Down through the line of your life and
One day you will spend them
With the future in mind because
Nothing is out of reach.
by Dom Conlon
To every child
Out there, staring at the Moon,
Understand that you're the ones
Collecting all the dreams tonight.
Harvest them, hoard them, hold them
Down through the line of your life and
One day you will spend them
With the future in mind because
Nothing is out of reach.
by Dom Conlon
Did you notice that the first lines are spelling out a phrase? This is an acrostic poem, by Dom Conlon. It is from his book 'This Rock, That Rock: poems between you, me, and the Moon'. illustrated by Viviane Schwarz. Find it in the non-fiction section of the library, at 821 Poetry.
