Walk tenderly on my dreams for my dreams are me with my soul exposed. Judge not the worth of my hopes nor the possibility of their reality. If you are without encouraging words then seal your lips in speaking of my dreams. Are we not without hope when stripped of our dreams and aspirations? Look to yourself and ask when were your own dreams scattered against the rocks of time? Take not your anger with yourself against those who still have hope.


Reblogged this on Silver Star Winery of Texas and commented:
Since we have made the purchase of our farm and ranch with the inplace beginnings of our vineyard, many have made fun of us to start such a dream in our early seventies. This poem is dedicated to you.