The Dragon Maker Poem by Tobbie WhiteBird Crowe

For Ernest

Where once there stood an emptiness
Where nothing did abide;
Where once there stood an empty page
Without a single line.

Now there in swirl colored clouds
Strange melodies of tune;
And my world is full of Dragons
That make me think of you.

Now unicorns eat beneath my tree,
And Elves live in its leaves.
Now fearies dance in the new moonlight
Within the mushroom ring.

Now Dwarfs are digging a crystal lair
To house my winged friend;
And spiders have woven, silver and gold
Pillows to rest his head.

Now many the songs are sung at night
Of the Dragon Makers fame.
And many the creatures come passing by
That have flowed from your magic pen.

And now my Ernest Dragon dear
Has settled in to stay.
I thank you for my winged friend
With more then words can say.

(1978)