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While sleeping in my bed


06.14.10 Posted in today's words by

Paul Goldberg lives in Baltimore and belongs to a wife, 3 children, and 2 dogs. He writes children’s poetry in between making a living. Paul is a graduate of the University of Florida and holds a masters degree from Hebrew University in Jerusalem. This poem takes us on a journey that could be a dream or it could just as easily be the adventure of being lost in a great story. 

While sleeping in my bed
By Paul Goldberg

While sleeping in my bed, I woke up inside my head. Not bound by sleeping very soundly, I decided to walk around. While the night had just begun, I figured I’d have a little fun. So, off I went to distant lands. I mustered Huskies up alpine passes, surveyed the Yucatan with my glasses. Then I winked down to Brazil to catch some piranhas for a thrill. I climbed the pyramids late that night, rode a camel for delight. I fought off bandits in the sand, walked the Great Wall of China on one hand. All of this I did in bed, while I traveled in my head.



2 Responses to “While sleeping in my bed”

  1. Filled with whimsy. I love this magical poem.

  2. Really enjoyed this little flight of fancy!
    :0)

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