A way faring traveler arrived today
our people welcomed him stay
Handed him a key to open the door
to a tiny house that he adores
located on magicial castle lane
down the street to avenue fame
those little houses sit in a row
each surrounded by mistletoe
Emerald is a mischief maker
playing games - he is no maker
wearing a vest of black and white
comes out early on a summers night
sits under a big oak tree
pen in hand writes poetry
big brown eyes-a copper tan
he sure is a charming man
we are excited to have him here
now he can persue his career
someday when he is a famous man
we'll be proud he's in our clan
there is a rule we all agree
everyone lives happily.
There is rule we all agree. Beautiful ending to an endearing poem. Thank you.
on whom you have written this lovely.. he must be glad and must give you a big -big thanks..from the core of his heart...
Who is he I wonder? Anyone in particular - interesting and sweet Heather.
I liked very much. Long time, we have not read little long poem of your lovely words. dear friend
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a delightful poem! A dreamy land of wonderlust~ that's filled with love and mostly, trust.... Thanks for sharing it with us.....!