The Poetry of Jill Henderson-Long

MOVING ON

You had a dream not long ago
And you believed in it and so,
now at last has come the hour,
you see your dream begin to flower
            in multi-coloured hue.

You knew deep down within your heart
that all your dreams would one day start
to waken from the dark of night
to shimmer, golden, in the light
            for everyone to view.

Happy you must surely feel
now the dream is something real.
May great success be always yours
and self belief throw open doors
            especially for you.


The red poppy nods
her pretty little head as
butterflies hover.