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When you look at the Palm Islands  in Dubai, United Arab Emirates, it’s easy to marvel at what we see; they are artificial islands constructed from sand dredged from the bottom of the Persian Gulf. HOWEVER, when I see these islands … Continue reading

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The summer breeze gently blows,

Cooling the hot, humid afternoon air.
I sit down in the soft, green carpet
That nature has laid under this old Oak Tree.
Quietly, I contemplate.
I draw deep, full breaths.
And staring off into the countryside,
I sigh.
Have you ever stopped long enough
To realize how far you’ve strayed
From your childhood dreams?
Have you ever come to the place
Where you’d give everything
To have them back again?
On this hill, I remember them.
On this hill, I long for those dreams once again.
You see, we get so busy,
Doing whatever it is we do,
That we lose our capacity for wonder,
For dreaming.
But not on this hill.
Here, I quiet my soul.
I stare into the distant countryside
And breathe deeply.
Here, I dream again.
If only the rest of the world
Would come sit with me a while.
This poem © Kevin Walker. Published August 2013.