Those kids who won the race or counting prize with blocks built walls the higher to knock down. But I, with cast off pieces, could devise split-level homes to fill a sprawling town. No teacher guessed behind my nap-time gaze grew domes of glass, a fortress in a tree, deep caves, a castle keep, a garden maze, a Doric temple, cities 'neath the sea. For years I've slept alone in rented rooms, yet still some nights I float up stairs of stone to tower loft or down through vaulted tombs to claim forgotten treasures as my own. I'll never build my dream-house, yet, in kind, these dreams and day dreams helped me build my mind. Add a caption ON DISCOVERING MY CHILDHOOD PLANS OF MY FUTURE HOME Those kids who won the race or counting prize with blocks built walls the higher to knock down. But I, with cast off pieces, could devise split-level homes to fill a sprawling town. No teacher guessed behind my nap-time gaze grew domes of glass, a fortress in a tree, deep caves, a castle keep, a garden maze, a Doric temple, cities 'neath the sea. For years I've slept alone in rented rooms, yet still some nights I float up stairs of stone to tower loft or down through vaulted tombs to claim forgotten treasures as my own. I'll never build my dream-house, yet, in kind, these dreams and day dreams helped me build my mind.

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