Just A Fancy

• Bronwyn Loechel, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2014

Whimsies, dancing through the fields
Like girls in the prime of youth
Grow old.

Wishes, carried on the wind
Like dandelion seeds
Are swept away.

Dreams, floating high in the sky
Like clouds fluffy and white
Turn grey.

Hopes, shining bright
Like lantern flames
Burn out.

Prayers, whistling through the air
Like arrows from a bow
Fly home.