Heaven

I dreamed I went to heaven,
It was God's high estate.
A yellow bird sat singing,
Beside the pearly gate.

So softly, did I lift the latch,
Inserting in the key.
As a little sweet-faced angel,
Stood looking down at me.

A throng of happy people,
In a land of radiant light.
Was the vision placed before me,
And was interest to my sight.

No lifted hand was beckoning,
I only stood and stared.
For I had often wondered,
How departed ones had fared.

With the alarm-clock loudly ringing,
I with-drew from that state.
As the yellow bird sat singing,
Beside the pearly gate.


E.P. 1908 - 1989