Poem - "Reflections"

My Mom wrote in a spiral bound scrapbook called "Newspaper Cuttings":

"I received10/6 (R1.05) for my poem "Reflections" - the first money ever earned from writing."

THE OUTSPAN

POETS' CORNER

(unfortunately not dated)

REFLECTIONS

by B.P. POWRIE

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I found a path,

A path that leads across the sea into worlds unfathomed.

It is gold as the setting sun, and glorious.

The sea boils white amongst the rocks, but I step lightly over

To seek adventure in my Past, Future and in Dreams.

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My Past lies like a mirror that has been breathed on,

A ghostly misted reflection,

My Future like an unopened book with captivating cover,

A kaleidoscope, sometimes gay, sometimes drear.

My Dreams? Castles in the Air.