This was written in 1976 by Margaret Clarke, my grandmother
Escape in dreams devoid of care,
Blue cloudless skies,
Cast not a doubt a role to play,
Warm gentle breeze,
All fears to flay.
Tread softly the dream of yesteryear,
That empty sky
Who’s shining glare of yellow down,
A golden hue to bathe,
Caress with fragrant dew,
Refreshed to wake,
Abandon now the dreamland sweet,
Till next we meet.