Heavenly Dream
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Sometimes I wonder if dreams are just an extension of the real,
This poem describes a dream I had that had a great lasting appeal.
I think dreams often relay the way that deep inside that we feel.
This one seemed like the way I would expect a heaven so ideal.
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Heavenly Dream
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After I fell asleep last night, I was overcome by a peaceful feeling,
I was in a warm place with soft glowing light that had no ceiling.
A soft voice said to me “Bill, would you like to take a tour of heaven?”
Somehow I knew it was an invitation from God saying “Come on”
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So off we went through fluffy white clouds as if we were flying,
And we arrived at a lush green mountain valley there’s no denying.
Through the green valley, there was a river running so cold and clear
With clear deep mountain lakes on the side with lots of Elk and Deer.
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On either side of the valley were ranges of mountains with snow.
I said “This is not what I expected heaven to look like you know,”
And God said “Heaven has been defined by you for your tour”
I was astounded as He has defined heaven perfect, this I can assure.
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There were several rustic large log cabins in the valley so grand,
We stopped at a cabin sitting on that beautiful mountain land.
Outside sat a white Chevrolet suburban that a guy I knew drove.
Inside was Buffalo Bob in an apron cooking at an old rustic stove.
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He was cooking sour dough biscuits and mountain potatoes,
There was thick sausage and bacon smelling great, you know.
He had some Merle Haggard music playing on his big jukebox.
We talked a while and then i had to move along to see His flock.
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We made it to one of the mountains covered with deep snow,
And there was Dale coming down the slopes on skis flying so.
I waved and he smiled so big and hollered “I love you man.”
“Come on back and see me sometime in the future, if you can.”
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We headed back to the valley and stopped at large brown cabin,
There was a sign outside that said “a real angel lives herein.”
There was also a large garden outside with lots of things growing,
Inside sitting in an oversized easy chair knitting was a lady glowing,
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It was my sister, JerrylDine, softly singing as she was rocking.
From the kitchen came the wonderful smell of Lasagna cooking.
She was cooking enough to share with others needing help.
We visited a while and I had to move on to see someone else.
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Next door was another log cabin and I went on inside the door,
My Mom was inside with her painting palette standing on the floor,
She was painting a large mural on the wall of the cabin there.
We hugged and talked as long as we possibly could, I swear.
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Next, we headed on down to the fast flowing river so very clear,
Standing in the river fly fishing for brown trout was my Dad so dear
He had a big fish hooked and was having so much fun fishing.
I waded out and we talked a long time, such a fine blessing.
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We headed for another cabin and inside was Pam’s Mom cooking,
She had a big turkey roasting and was fixing her special dressing.
Pies were cooking filling the room with those wonderful smells.
I teased her a little after our visit but I could not too long dwell.
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Next we went to the bank of one the valley lakes so cool and clear.
Pam’s Dad was sitting happily in his lawn chair fishing right there.
He had a string of rainbow trout liking just one more for a limit.
We had a nice talk and like always he was not the least bit timid.
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As we were headed out to see more friends and family there,
I was startled by a loud buzzing sound making me so aware,
That I had been dreaming a very wonderful dream so very rare,
And I was in my bed all the time and I had really not been anywhere.
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But, I was not so sure that I was really not visiting there last night,
As everything that I saw in that valley just seemed so very right.
Who can say that it was not really real for old Hawg Jaw Bill.
Sometimes I think that heaven may be what each of us do will.
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.By Bill
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Thanks for reading Heavenly Dream,
Bill