- I want to be a young boy’s helmet as he conquers his backyard with an endless imagination.
- I want to be a flower pot on a retired woman’s porch in the south where the air smells of peaches.
- I want to be lowered to the bottom of a new well to scoop water for the thirsty.
- I want to carry seashells and pretty rocks found during a lovers’ stroll along the beach.
- I want to mold part of the world’s biggest sandcastle.
- I want to be an instrument in a traveling folk band.
- I want to float down the Mississippi.
- I want to apologize to Jack for being so heavy that he fell down, and to Jill, for tumbling after.
- I want to be painted by a kindergarten class.
- I want to be filled with Napa County grapes to be smashed into wine.
- I want to be pulled up from the street to bring groceries to an old Turkish woman’s window.
- I want to be a step-ladder for that thing you can’t quite reach.
- I want to carry juicy red apples fresh from the orchard.
- I want to be a part of a teenager’s first time washing their car, even if I just hold the soapy rags.
- I want to be filled with bird-feed and hung from an ancient oak tree.
- I want to be where the kittens play.
- I want to carry freshly hatched eggs from the pen back to the kitchen.
- I want to meet my cousins, the basket and the box.
- I want to be full of children’s sidewalk chalk on a hot summer day in San Francisco.
- I want to visit Nantucket, if only because of the rhyme.
Anyway, my point is, everything has dreams.
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