Imaginations run as stories are told,
Some so new while others old.
Spoken to a child at night,
All the while turning down the light.
Speak of a sword and they may see.
A warrior standing buy the rocky sea.
Tell of a dragon scowering the land,
And place a shield in the warriors hand.
So within the mind of the child the story does unfold,
Adding to it themselves as the story is told,
Adding magic to the tales in the night.
And before you know it they are asleep and snuggled tight.
Deep in slumber so full of peace.
Safe in a world where magic dares not cease,
And so we leave them there and turn out the light,
Silently stepping out whispering goodnight
Jennifer Don (c) 2010