Rickety rocking chair
rocks back and forth
as I wait for my ship
to set sail.
Big dreams scamper
across my pillow
as I snore to the sound
of waves crashing .
I fight to hold my head above water,
sputtering and gulping
bobbing and flailing
as sharks sink sharp teeth
into the sails of my ship.
Another Kind Of Grass 
You’re very welcome Rose, you have some lovely poetry! Finding things is something I love, it’s a cyber treasure hunt….and thank you for the compliment! 🙂
Very kind of you to share the work of others 🙂 I enjoy your blog and the gems you find. Thank you for the sweet surprise! ❤ Rose