Magic Game

When I was little, toddler size, A magic world bewitched my eyes. Each dewy drop adorning grass, Resembled Alice's looking glass! Then I grew to maybe three, Decided fairies dwelt in trees. Each greeny bough must surely hold, An elfkin with his pot of gold! A more sophisticated ten, Searched for bluebells in the glen. Darting one suspicious glance, To see if fairies really dance, Leaving their mark for all to see, In grassy rings around a tree! When I grew to teen age size, The magic moved to some boy's eyes. A few years passed and on my hand, Appeared a shining golden band! In later years two daughters came, And now they play my magic game! Written by my wife Vera Selena Hinshaw © All Rights Reserved NOTE: This poem won First Place in the 2008 Security Public Library Contest, Security, CO