A simple rock wall to an imaginative mind
Is a kingdom.
See that rock over there?
Wide with the flattened top?
That is the bakery where--
Oh, you can be the baker.
And these pebbles are the loaves of bread
You slave over day by day.
The pine needles are the fire
That cools them nice and hot.
And that pointy rock.
Over there, can you see it?
That is his house.
He is the jester
Who wears these big ferns as a hat
In order to amuse the Queen.
This round rock is her home.
She is the servant girl
Who uses this branch as a broom
So that the castle is nice and neat.
And this rock?
This is my palace.
Where I can overlook my kingdom
Of rocks and stone
And branches and leaves
And imagination and creativity.
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I Try to Be a Poet
Poesia"But since I met you, I've never been good with words..." In which I attempt to write poetry.
