(I wrote this for poetry class in grade three, and I want to see what people think of it.)
The Magic Box
I will put in my box:
The sound of a leaf falling to the ground,
As an ancient forest dies.
The feel of thin netting against your skin,
The sound of singing forest faeries as they dance around a fire.
I will put in my box:
The whisper of a lover as you go off to bed
The breath of the wind on a warm summer's night.
The gem colored wings of a butterfly.
My box is made of leaves and vines
And the stuff of dreams,
The hinges are made of dragon's teeth.
I will walk in my box through a rainforest
Rich with the earth's bounty,
Filled with the fullness of life.
(c) Lyonette, 2008
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