Variety of Poem

He has a basket of beautiful dreams.

To the Garden of Slumber each evening at eight
Comes the Dream Basket Boy to stand at the gate.
And over his arm there’s a basket that streams
with hundreds and hundreds of beautiful dreams.
     Some are like bubbles. Some are like bells.
Some are like shadows. Some are like shells.
Then there is one like a drop full of dew.
And one like a nice little Dutch boy’s shoe.
     And one like a poppy so flaunting and proud.
And one like a pink little piece of a cloud.
And one like a feather and one like a flag.
And one like a puppy dog’s tail with a wag.
     To the Garden of Slumber each evening at eight
comes the Dream Basket Boy to stand at the gate.
And over his arm there’s a basket that glows
with even more dreams than the Basket Boy knows.
     And all those who enter the Garden of Sleep
may lift up the lid of the basket and peep.
And draw from the depths of its glittering gleams
just one of the Basket Boy’s beautiful dreams.