The park can be a wondrous place
Full of strange exotic secrets
A twilight land of shadowy shapes
And dark mysterious creatures
T Rex and mammoth flourish here
Imagination has a feast
A creative mind (with AnElephant’s help)
Conjures up amazing beasts
Jack runs tireless through the mud
His spirits never flagging
He’s on the hunt – has he found the tracks
Of the Sabre-dino-dragon?
They nest high in the green-leafed trees
They sometimes lurk around the pond
They move noiselessly up steep wet slopes
To the flag-pole and beyond
Bushes protected by twig and thorn
For unwary clothes to snag on
The perfect hidey hole for boys
Jack’s mum says we are crazy folk
And it’s hard to disbelieve her
But we have studied their environs
And seen the signs they leave there
Is it all in my aging brain?
Is my sanity a-sagging?
Or has my bonnie brilliant boy
Currently reading a book on Dr. Seuss…you dear Brian, remind me of his thought patterns and whimsy…love your work. Hope youre well, hugs to you. 🙂
Once again, a treat full of literary refinement and imaginative delights! 🙂
I’m not coming over here to play anymore if you’re gonna scare the xxxx out of me.