Far from the house,
Out by the pond,
where lily pads float in peace,
I used to sit and think.
Last night I wandered
Down under the tree,
The one I climbed when I was small,
There is a wooden well.
I hadn't seen it before,
It wasn't there this morn,
I walked towards is full of confusion
I leaned into it then fell.
Through the well I passed
around me flew the faeries
I saw unicorns, dragons, and wizards
It was like my fondest dream was real.
Sadly I woke by the pond
No well is sight,
I told my sister and she laughed at me
but I know it was real.
A contest entry
- PIF Picture inspired............ by MaMa-2-be-Cindy.
850 points, ended May 22, 2008, 6 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
I haven't written poetry in over a year, critics please be harsh!
Comments
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very nice poem. very Alice in Wonderland!!
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This told a story within I liked that
Well done, thank you so much for your entry and good luck
Cindy
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lol wel i cant be harsh i sort of enjoyed this i think you did a very great job here goodluck in the contest hon
lady jazz
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