Day Dreaming by Nessa Morris One summer’s day, I go to play, and spot a little sparkly bird, I watch her enter Land of Fae, and try to follow her unheard. But now I find, to my dismay, my way’s deterred. My footsteps heard, a warden monkey bars the way until I say the magic word. That’s when I hear the fairy say, “We have to go.” Her speech is slurred. “We have to go.” I want to stay. “Wake up, my dear.” From sleep, I stirred.
My brain is still fried from the back-to-back conferences I’ve attended (Midwest SCBWI & Librarians Serving the Blind and Physically Handicapped). I wanted to write a funny poem, but it appears I’ve used up all my funny, and am headed toward a fantastical dreamland. Must be because I have a headache and I’m really tired.
So that’s all I’ve got to say for today. My word for Monday is “NO!” Hopefully, that will make for an easy poem for my overworked brain.
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