She would shrink to their size
and swim through the streams,
the magic was real
no longer her dreams.
Then up in the air
they would fly upon wings
and visit new lands
and gather sweet things.
They were all her dear friends
but the best thing of all
was that no matter how
they'd be there if she'd call.
13 comments:
My, you were quick off the mark here! You obviously heard the call...
ah I loved this...very dream-like
This is really wonderful! I have loved all the rhymes you have written for Mondays child. :-)
this is really magical...love the gathering of sweet things...so glad you enjoyed the prompt...I love the old illustration they send your mind flying and your did...wondeful...bkm
magical piece...
love your imagination!
Deborah,
I really like this poem...I also like to write poetry.
Jean
This is really sweet!
I love this art, 40 years ago.
you captured the rhythm and the rhyme.
awwwww, this feels so dreamy and safe. Like a child who can totally depend on someone, even if they are imaginary someones. Great childrens poem.
Thank you everso much for the lovely comments x
You could set this to music :-)
The best thing of all is indeed to have reliable friends, albeit sometimes imaginary.
Well done! Lovely imagination. This image can go in so many directions--I like the direction that you took.
Lovely. It had me totally stumped but you have come up with a truly delightful poem.
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