Imagination Poem by Rebecca Pepper

I followed a bird, a sparrow or maybe a robin
It wasn't unheard of back in the day
To follow a path that hasn't already been laid
I followed her through twisted trees, thorn and nettle
To a place where man had long since forgot
Here slept a beast that none could have handled
With sword or with mace or the chain of our race
It slept all but silent as the birds sung and leaves danced
And I watched with no fear or anticipation
As slowly its eyes opened and showed recognition
Of nought but a child in sincere expedition
To find a place where peace truly reigns
I sat near its paws and wondered in awe
Was this really something no-one else saw?
For its beauty was unmatched and strength unchallenged
By the beasts of the wood I had found myself in
We talked, well I spoke and he listened
I told stories of lands far beyond his
Of warriors and stolen princesses and all other manner of tale
And this continued till the sun slowly died
And I heard calls and cries of the one I called mother
So soon was my adventure over
As I scrambled through the trees and over the water
I ran back home with new tales and wonders
But as I returned, my hair askew and dress in tatters
My mother was furious and wasn't bothered about such matters
So my story of the beast that lived in the woods went unheard
Until my imagination gave birth to another bird
Which of course being a child I followed and met new beings
That many others may not believe but to me they will always be
My very special friends, of whom only I may see