Thursday, November 3, 2011


©Stacie Sandall

Dragons danced up in my head,
like blades of grass in my flower bed.
They changed directions in the breeze
and soared above my mental trees.
They sang to me of castles vast,
of villages and peasants past.
They whispered words of a soothing spell,
and spoke their tales of knights, as well.
As the sun descended from above my eyes,
the dragons and I said our last good-byes.
Off in the air, they flew back home,
and left me unafraid to roam.

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