When I was young, I dreamt a strange dream, I dreamt of jelly and a big scoop of ice cream! It wiggled and wobbled, now I know this sounds daft, The ice cream turned black, and oh how I laughed! I kicked up the leaves, and gazed at the sky, I saw wild creatures fluttering by. I noticed an oak, with its old exposed roots, I observed young plants, with their newly formed shoots By Tam Laidlaw
The Bugle 