Searching the internet I cannot find my two favorite poems by Langston Hughes. I did finally find them, but they're imbedded into another poem? I am not sure. And I think the title of the one I love most is: Little Dreams, but it could be Slum Dreams. I can't find it as a stand alone. I wonder now where my book of his poems ended up. It's not a thin little book at all. I bet it's over 2" thick. Here is the one I was referring to. In my 50's now, this has had a place in my heart since I was lost teenager in high school.
The little dreams
Of springtime
That bud in sunny air
With no roots
To nourish them,
Since no stems
Are there-
Quite detached, naive,
So young,
On air alone
Slum dreams are hung.
-Langston Hughes
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Here is my attempt at using the beginning line as a starter prompt. One word per line in order to encourage my mind.
Kansas Wind
The wind rushes through the grass and trees,
little critters float on the breeze,
dreams are swept away.
-Carrie Horn, 4-23-26
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