Writing means the world to me
It’s what I feel in a new scene.
A poem filled with all my mind
Imagination’s not confined.
I paint a picture with my story
Of dragons bright in all their glory
A romance made in fantasy bliss
And castles placed in dazzling mist.
I paint a new and thrilling scene
A secret in a magazine
A mystery only one can solve
With foot prints down the stairs and hall.
We find a new story that we’re in,
In 1920’s glitz and glam
A new premiere at Carnegie Hall
Then a dance at New York’s ball.
I find a new place in my mind
Where treasures sparkle and pirates find.
Sea monsters lurking in the waves
And glorious gold found in hidden caves.
We find a poem that’s here, today
About a girl who writes away
Of all her fantasies and dreams
That unfold here just perfectly.