K. Gray Willoughby
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The Woods Of Imagination
I’m from a place where everyday
Adventure shall arrive,
The woods around me are my playground
As long as I’m alive
A bamboo stick, a few small rocks,
They are my arms of choice;
I raise my sword and with a scream,
The enemy shall hear my voice!
I charge the woods and through the trees
To see whom I can find,
In camouflage the enemy
Has flanked me from behind.
We swing our sticks, or swords, with force
In hopes to slay our foe;
I hear a crack, and see mine break
As fear begins to show.
I turn to run, for I am quick,