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Showing posts with label dragons. Show all posts
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Thursday, 20 October 2011

Dreamy Dragons ( Childs Lit )

Dreamy Dragons 
Natasha Head 

                                       The last two baby dragons 
That roamed the earth, 
Only blew fire of lava for mirth, 
Without big grown up dragons there to help 
They feasted upon only fruits, candy and kelp, 
Every day they frolicked around and jousted, 
Their wickedness diluted, slowly ousted, 
 The red,hot raging, fire that they breathed, 
Diminished daily as they teethed
Their skin that was very, very, dry and glum 
Turned bright, beautiful, rainbow colours that were fun 
So the fire breathing beasties of the past, 
Those bad ones were never ever going to last. 
Now all the dragons in our minds, 
Are now beautiful,colourful and kind!  
Breathing only stardust and moon beams
Popping up only in our fairy tales and favourite dreams! 


 Submitted to : In Tandem  where art inspires !..this weeks picture created by Natasha Head 

Thursday, 7 July 2011

WHY ?

 WHY ?




Mummy why can't I plant my tree 
Where my Prince Charming 
Will Marry me 
WHY ?

Mummy why can't I Plant my tree
Where all the magic fairies dance
To the buzzing of the  honey bees 

WHY?

Mummy why can't I plant my tree
In a land of green 
Where everyone is free                                
WHY ?                                                                                                             

Mummy why can't I plant my tree
Where purple dragons roam and snore 
They'd be so gentle no-one would flee 
WHY ?

Mummy I want to plant my tree
With Daddys spade 
In my red welly boots 
“bluebell