I climb imagination’s limbs
to where fantasy begins,
somewhere over the rainbow.
There are witches on brooms,
fairies sitting on mushrooms,
and spiders that talk.
I see a fairy princess,
watch a puppet’s nose grow inches,
speak wishes upon a star.
A beanstalk grows tall,
Alice shrinks so small,
a dish runs away with a spoon.
I hear four and twenty blackbirds sing,
discover who is lord of the ring,
hope jack can jump over the candlestick.
A kiss turns a toad into a prince.
voices sing a song of sixpence,
the monkey chased the weasel.
With a book in my hands
I can travel to far lands
while never leaving my tree top perch.
I was honored and humbled to receive Bluebell books tribute author for week 13, Wednesday November 9, 2011, and recipient of the Thursday Writer's Block Award.
Also shared at Gooseberry Garden
Poetry Picnic Week 21: Children's stories, Riddles, Counting Songs, and Rhyming lyrics for young kids