Dutch countryside - 1 July 2020 - Iphone SE 2020
This poem is dedicated to my children, who like many other children have a great imagination.
Going down the highway, staring at the heavens,
A bloated dragon transfixed my gaze.
It was spitting fire, but scared I was not,
As soon it disappeared into the haze.
Moving slowly along, waiting to be discovered,
Was a long wrinkled trunk, flailing in the air.
‘Twas easy to imagine the puffy elephant’s bellow,
I looked on with intrigue but had no fear.
Next in line - were two gigantic lions,
Floating high, but quickly were disarmed,
Becoming fluffy white clouds like pillows so soft,
A reminder that there’s no cause for alarm.
There were ships, horses and birds in flight,
All appeared against the skies - so blue,
Isn’t it amazing what an azure background,
Clouds and a vivid imagination can do.