Best Childrenmagic Poems
There is a place
Where the road ends
And where magic begins
Where screams are whispers
And whispers are songs
Where nightmares are butterflies
And dreams are reality
So come and join me
Take my and I shall
Whisk you away to see
We will fly hand in hand
Through this little world of mine
Falling up through clouds
Leaping down into rain
And spinning ‘round between snow flakes
But hush and stay quiet
As to not scare the magic away
For it is a small fickly little thing
So remember when in a car or on a bike
Rather walking or skating
At any moment you can fall up
Into the clouds
And drop into my little world
Of fickle magic
And don’t forget to be silent
As you let it dance around you
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
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NOTE: This poem won First Place in the 2008
Security Public Library Contest, Security, CO