The imagination of our children. Priceless.

Their dreams. Our hopes for the future.

Little boys have their dreams.

And little girls hold on to theirs.

I love this poem, although it speaks of two

that are not brother and sister,

as Noah and Elle are in their caped costumes.

I hope you like the following, as I have.

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A Child's Dream

I loved to look upon him,

The Hunter near the Way.

So strong his arm and long his bow

And so bashful of the Day.

His courage never failed him

For he held his mace so high

And glared at the Bull in the River

And ruled the whole breadth of the sky.

As a girl, young and silly,

I oft dreamed of being the Maid.

And meeting, one nighttime afternoon,

The Hunter, in a starry glade.

And we would love 'pon sight

And marry in a cloud of joy.

What strange and daring dreams

A little girl may employ.

~ Sophia White