Sweet Dreams: An Anthology of Poems

Sweet Innocence

I used to go tramping

through our little garden,

searching for strange beings,

the like of a fairy or a dragon.

I used to roll down green slopes,

Laughing all the way

Striding in wild lopes,

Smiling everyday.

I used to be afraid

Of frolicking dogs of all classes,

Thinking of their teeth slicing like a blade,

And gathered in masses.

I still believe

In dragons and fairies.

As innocently naïve,

As the sweet yellow canaries.