By Mary L. Collins
“In the late spring of 1927, something bright and alien flashed across the sky. A young Minnesotan who seemed to have nothing to do with his generation did a heroic thing, and for a moment people set down their glasses in country clubs and speakeasies and thought of their old best dreams.”
—F. Scott Fitzgerald on Charles Lindbergh’s Flight
Our Old Best Dreams
In this life
We have watched them
They rise, these
comes, and if we recognize it as a blessing,
But if we see rain as
ominous; fear distracts.
We misplace our
dreams. They become sandbags
When Lindbergh flew
across the Atlantic, he flew alone --
Today, I set my glass
down and think of my old best dreams -
Whatever we dream, it can be done –
Farm boys can fly
angels at each wing.
. . . . .
Mary L. Collins is a writer, producer, voiceover artist and mother. She lives and works in Northern New England and can be reached at www.marylcollins.com
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Last Updated 05/25/2004