In Thoughtful Fields
What is fantasy? What I dream? My imagination soaring on butterfly wings?
Making believe, I’m small as an ant or as tall as a tree? A tiger with sharp teeth growling at whomever I meet?
A beautiful fairy with magic dust.
A gnome with feet all hairy
A song bird
Who sings only for me
A rabbit who smokes a pipe
An owl who gives advice
A handsome prince
In love with me
Sugar n spice
What is fantasy?
A rainbow with gold
Riding on fluffy clouds
Never growing old
Raindrops of sweet tea
Landing on
outstretched tongue
a yellow brick road
as far as the eye can see
my inner child,
a song yet sung
A journey just begun...
To my granddaughter...
