Dream Journey

I walk,
and run,
and skip.
All the way there.

To that place,
a special place.
A place of wonder and delight.

Of biscuits, scones
and in between.
Of toffee and cream cakes.

A place of action
and shear fun.

Of skipping, dancing
and in between.
Of talk filled walks,
with dog in tow.

What task to get there though.
a walk - a long walk.
Or a swift car ride
All the way to grandma’s house.