Imagination - Poem by Naomi Timpany
As I walk through this dull forest at night
I hear the whisper of the shadowed trees,
I see the stars shining and the moon bright;
I feel the cool brush of the calm night breeze.
And yet the forest seems empty and dead
The forest's creatures are all gone from here;
I remember nurse's tales before bed
Of ghosts and spirits; heroes without fear.
I see things from my imagination
Ghosts without heads and daggers in their backs.
Then beautiful sprites without a notion
Everything this dull forest lacks.
The forest alive, and the forest dead
Thoughts and feelings going round in my head.
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