There was magic when I was a child
with wonders my mind was beguiled
As elves we witnessed the splendor
not a care in my life, it was tender
Yea then one day I grew
my age about four O two
My father gave me a present
a steed that was O so pleasant
He gave me a gleaming white horse
who flew like the wind on high course
With a mane so long and hoofs of gold
my steed was birthed from a royal fold
I mounted his back and he spread his wings
And we flew through the land like elfin kings
And over the forest we’d soar
for the wonders of elfin lore
Yea now my age is a thousand and three
My horse and I rest under a tree
Adding your comment:
wonderfully written
, rich in imagery and can see this and illustrations as a childs book; taking all to faraway magical mystical places...well done dollface..
