West of the sunset stands my house, There .....and east of the dawn North the artic runs my yard south to the pole runs my lawn Fabuious cities are my loot, Queens of the world mine to wed, The couches of kings are my bed. All that I see is mine to keep, Foolish......this fancy seems But I am rich with the wealth of sight And the coin of my realm is dreams. Don Blanding (http://www.palmsartgallery.com/don_blanding)