Please cite all poem references: “Excerpt from ‘Suzie Bitner Was Afraid of the Drain’ by Barbara Vance.” Thank you!

Night Dreams

I’d like to think that I could fly,
To lift my feet and touch the sky,
To soar above, look down below, A
nd never know just where I’d go.

And if I could, oh what I’d see!
Earth would not be the same to me.

Oh, if the wind would carry two,
I’d hope that I could fly with you;
And hand-in-hand we’d chase the stars
And lock them up in pickle jars.

We’d laugh and smile, then set them free
To twinkle for eternity.

~ Barbara Vance

Excerpt from the poetry collection “Suzie Bitner Was Afraid of the Drain”

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