To a Child of Four
In my room there's a chair
It's not much to see
It has no special flair
I'm sure you'd agree
But to a child of four
It's no longer a chair
But a shiny new car
A fleet stallion or mare
A gateway to adventure
By land or by sea
With billowing masthead
Or sturdy limbs of a tree
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2020
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