Dance of cloud demanding,
racing through the sky,
holding hands and laughing;
never knowing why.
Trip the light fantastic,
shapes are formed for fun,
drifting through the heavens;
magic does become.
See the kneeling elephant,
and the dragons set,
holding hands and laughing;
when they have just met.
Made in magic moulding,
monkeys form and fade,
unicorns are racing;
sunset draws the shade.
Dverse- poem for children.
racing through the sky,
holding hands and laughing;
never knowing why.
Trip the light fantastic,
shapes are formed for fun,
drifting through the heavens;
magic does become.
See the kneeling elephant,
and the dragons set,
holding hands and laughing;
when they have just met.
Made in magic moulding,
monkeys form and fade,
unicorns are racing;
sunset draws the shade.
Dverse- poem for children.
ha. and dang that sunset for drawing the curtain before its time...cant we stay out just a bit more mum...we were having so much fun....smiles. love all your animals...and def dragons....
ReplyDeleteindeed.. those unicorns racing... just enough for bed.
ReplyDeleteRoslyn, this is a delight. It has a perfect rhyme and rhythm and those great flights of imagination. I think I'd like to ride a unicorn.
ReplyDeleteloved this scene with all the animals dancing and racing across the sky - wonderful - K
ReplyDeletewonderful and perfectly formed
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