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
Categories:
elfkin, childrenmagic,
Form: Rhyme