Best Imaginationchildren Poems
There is a land called Bowkabay
Beyond the moon far, far away
And in this strange and wondrous land
Lies a crystal sea with golden sand
The Raspa trees grow tall and green
Like nothing you have ever seen
Flamento flowers bloom at night
To catch the dew and clear moonlight
Beside the cliffs of Meltramoor
Across a valley corridor,
Within a cave upon a bluff,
Lives a dragon they call Pupplesnuff
A gentle creature kind and fair
With wings to fly upon the air
His silv’ry scales are smooth and bright
They glisten in the morning light
When the day turns into night
Pupplesnuff will then take flight
He soars upon the moonlight beams
To visit children in their dreams
And when they’ve closed their sleepy eyes
He’ll take them riding through the skies
Upon the winds they’ll sail away
To frolic ‘til the break of day
Past the stars that shine so bright
Off they’ll go in mystic flight
The children from both far and near
Love the gentle dragon dear
But when the morning starts to dawn
Ole Pupplesnuff gives out a yawn
Through dreamland he has quickly sped
To take the children back to bed
But he will wake at end of day
Ready again to romp and play
With all his little sleeping friends
From bedtime ‘til the evening ends
So close your eyes and drift away
To the far off land of Bowkabay
And dear one if you’re good enough
You’ll get to ride on Pupplesnuff
Mr. Leeds was an Englishman from across the sea.
In the New Jersey Pine Barrens he would soon be.
Here he settled down with a local wife.
He wanted many children for a fruitful life.
Mrs. Leeds gratefully accepted the man’s wedding ring.
This couple was blessed with many offspring.
The children they had amounted to a dozen.
However, with a thirteenth, their troubles would begin.
“My baby-making days are going on the shelf.
If I have another child, may it be the devil himself.”
These words Mrs. Leeds said she would later regret.
What happened next was not easy to forget.
A boy baby was born as child number thirteen.
However, its presence became a horrible scene.
This boy had goat’s feet, bat wings, and horns like a devil.
The baby’s grotesque appearance looked inherently evil.
At the moment of birth, it gave a shrilling cry.
The creature left its bedding and began to fly.
It flapped its wings and flew out the chimney.
The horrified couple never again saw this baby.
Periodically, this “Jersey Devil” appears in the night.
Its mere presence to witnesses causes great fright.
Some believe in the creature, and others say it is folklore.
After three hundred years, it comes around some more.