Fairy Tale

 

I’m going to write some verse

On who and what I am

And oh the very thought

Makes me want to jig and jam

 

Will I write of the time

when the starfish came to visit

or when I taught the birds to pray

and the frogs to go ribbit?

I think I’d rather tell you

of the mountain tops I climbed-

the flying fish that sang for me

the passing clouds that sighed-

When I danced on the moon and

the flowers bloomed and beamed

and the woodpecker took a bow

and the earthworms all cheered.

 

For will you not prefer the me

who lives in dreams of magic showers-

than the one with eyes open

in the singeing burn of hours?

 

           

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About meenavid

Pensive thinker. Jumping bean. Loud thoughts. Loudmouth. Extreme. Ordinary. Twenty and something but what the heck, still a kid. Make a happy mess everywhere- or not. Indecisive. You see? Sigh.

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