My Irritations, Aggravations and Inspirations

July 15, 2010 “For Skattie”

“For  Skattie”

This is something very dear to me; it’s the first real poem I ever penned.
It was 1978.
I was 15 years young, and I felt the joy and pain of Love in such a concentrated form, that were it not for the strength of youth, I would have been consumed like tinder in a flame.  Time and trials, heartache and miles had jaded me, so I had all but forgotten that feeling until recently.  I give this precious memory to the one that brought me back to life…she knows who she is.


It’s time pretty girl for you to go to bed.
To go to sleep, to lay down your pretty head.
You’re going to take a trip to a wonderful land, you will see.
Just lie back, relax, and listen to me.
Now starts your journey as your eyes slowly close.
The places you go no one else knows.
You go to a land with candy cane trees
with chocolate mountains and Kool-Aid seas.
This is… The Land Of A Thousand Dreams,
with marshmallow clouds and caramel streams.
Everyone wants to come to this land
where there’s ice cream for snow and sugar for sand.
You can take a walk on a road of hard candy.
Isn’t it wonderful? Isn’t it dandy?
Then suddenly you come to the orange juice lake.
You go across in a boat made from a cupcake.
The little boat’s captain is a gingerbread man
And he’s taking you off to the gingerbread land.
The sailors too, are made of gingerbread
with whipped cream caps on the tops of their heads.
Then you come to a city of Angel food cake
as you step out of the boat on the orange juice lake.
You walk up the street and see all the people
and a sugar-cube church with a candy cane steeple.
All along the street you see Tootsie Rolls.
They use stick candy for telephone poles.
Everything is sweet in this wonderful land,
but you can’t stay here, I hope you understand.
You must go home and get back in your bed.
For now, you must leave this sweet land of gingerbread.
But remember, no matter how hard life seems
you can always return
to The Land Of A Thousand Dreams.

by Tracy Harris (1978)

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8 responses

  1. You were born to be a poet Mr Harris…to make dreams come true in The Land Of A Thousand Dreams…and you are doing a GREAT job!! Love and hugs ~ Red x

    July 15, 2010 at 12:38 am

  2. Sounds like a lovely place to be!

    July 15, 2010 at 8:27 am

  3. cream for snow and sugar for sand…. such lovely and SWEET words – very beautiful!

    July 15, 2010 at 9:04 am

  4. Lovely!

    July 15, 2010 at 7:07 pm

  5. that was beautiful…the land of 1000 dreams sounds like quite the marvelous place..

    July 15, 2010 at 7:18 pm

  6. oh my…this is so sweet…i love this:):):)ur an awesome poet:)

    July 15, 2010 at 7:42 pm

  7. Hey Babes
    I have an award for you for all your awesomeness…
    And I would love it if you accept it

    July 15, 2010 at 11:01 pm

  8. This is an absolutely delicious poem! Maybe a tad fattening, but 15-year-olds need not concern themselves with that.

    I agree with Buttercup. You were indeed born to be a poet. I’m curious… Did the object of your youthful affection ever see this poem? If so, oh my! I can just imagine how I would have reacted at that age had a young swain presented his heart to me so beautifully. In fact, I’d be pretty blown away today!

    July 18, 2010 at 7:00 am

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