Night Trip

Under the bedclothes with my torch, I live in a land of dream. Where a forest grows, with curly trees and a canyon runs between. My light shines out, just like the sun, allowing me to see, two mountains rising in the air as lovely as can be. I take a trip and follow paths where only I may be, I move with caution in this land, ........if woke, she’ll shout at me! Ivor G Davies