My Poem Book

Suppose

Suppose... and suppose that a wild little Horse of Magic

Came cantering out of the sky

With a bridle of silver and into the saddle I mounted

To fly ----- and to fly

And we stretched up into the air, fleeting on in the sunshine

A speck in a gleam

On galloping hoofs, her mane in the wind out flowing 

As if in a dream

 Suppose and suppose when the gentle star of evening

Came crinkling into blue

A magical castle we saw in the air, like a cloud of moonlight

As onward we flew

And across the green moat on the drawbridge we foamed and we snorted

And there was a beautiful Queen

Who smiled at me strangely; and spoke to my little wild horse, too

A lovely and beautiful Queen

Suppose and suppose she cried to her delicate maidens

"Behold my daughter - my dear!"

And they crowned me with flowers and then on their harps sate playing'

Solemn and clear

And magical cakes and goblets were spread on the table 

And at the window the birds came in  

Hopping along with bright eyes pecking crumbs off the platters,

And sipped of the wine

And sploshing up-up to the roof, tossed fountains of crystal,

And princess in scarlet and green

shot with their bows and arrows, and knelled with their dishes

Of fruits for the Queen

And the Queen breathed soft in my ear a song of enchantment

And I never grew old

And I never, never came back to the earth oh never and never;

How mother would cry and cry,

There'd be snow on the fields then, and all these sweet flowers in the winter

Would wither and die . . . . . . . 

Suppose . . . . . . . . . . . and suppose . . . . . . . . . . . .