A Magic Book
I wait for them to go to sleep,
Sometimes late past midnight,
I go to my most secret place,
And read by candle light.
There are so many worlds to see,
Like Bear in the Big Blue House,
I close my eyes and pick one out,
This time it's Robin Hood Mouse.
I open up the magic book,
A blast of light comes out,
There I see from way above,
The mice just going about.
I see the dibbuns playing around,
Beside some food a cook,
Right now I can't say anymore,
Since Dominic hasn't finished the book.
By: Claire J. de Souza
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Wow... so many
Wow... so many "Claire/Clare"s now. Welcome! I used to watch Bear in the Big Blue House... it's been a while. Kind of miss it. Anyway, good poem; it rhymed very nicely. :-)
For some reason, this also reminds me of a fairytale I once read, about a goblin and a student and a magic book. I wish I could remember what it was called.
"I always wonder why birds stay in the same place when they can fly anywhere on the earth. Then I ask myself the same question." - Harun Yahya
Thank you James. Yes,
Thank you James.
Yes, somewhat. My brother Dominic is writing a book called Robin HoodMouse. (as it says;)
He's almost finished with it.
I wrote it for him.
Welcome to Apricotpie! I like
Welcome to Apricotpie!
I like this poem. I think I noticed some references to Brian Jaques.
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