Daydreams
Falling so lightly to the ground
White ice sparkling like thousands of diamond rings covering my feet
Never ending roads like lines to infinity
Peanuts covering the stadium and balls falling high as if reach tops of rocky sky high mountains
Nose tingling just before those delicious layers of meat, eggs, and bacon flavor my muth
Mouthful of fllavor with every bite
Every Sunday waking up before jumping into a nice hot shower that fogs the glass
Lay out my neatly ironed slacks with my purple blouse on the bed
Church singing beautifully like sounds of a mother's new born baby crying
Kids run around playing after service is over
Country southern accents being spoken all around
Momma's delicious home cooking being prepared every Sunday
Dribbling white and black soccer balls down the cut green growing grass
Sropping briefly as someone moves to stop me
Moving quickly past and booting the shiny white and black ball into the goal
Now; standing guarding best as possible
Ball moves toward me, blocking then kicking
So high looks like it could have been a bird; back down into the goal
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