| They make a blessed journey through the world,
And everywhere they look the sights are grand.
Upon the grass, two small children lie curled
In soft repose. Gazing up at clouds, and
Dreaming of glories painted in the skies.
Great houses, fearsome beasts, and wondrous ships:
Float before their hopeful, admiring eyes.
Sweet sighs come from their gently smiling lips.
So many gladsome thoughts of future days,
When they may see these fantasies, "For real."
This afternoon, the air is cool, but rays
Of Autumn sun help a soft slumber steal
Across their faces. Thank-you, kindly G-d,
Who leads these wand'rers to the land of nod |
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