The wonderful land of my imagination,
a land without an explanation.
This place so fun and full of glee
is my own land of fantasy.
Sometimes this land comes in a dream
and things are not quite as they seem.
If make believe is in my game
its then imagination came.
Always too soon is it to go-
and games are o're before I know.
My friends and I will cease to play
and thus ends my joyful day.
But then at night in dreams so grand
I fly to imagination land!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very good sense of rhythm and a delightful subject well described. I have a dream island and I've even made a map of it on my computer. Ever so often I add a little to it, a village here and there etc. It's great fun to chose names because you own them! Well done Tom Billsborough
Thank you, I find myself living in imagination land quite often!