The wind blows the sails of hope towards the land of dreams.
Small fingers hold the tome aright and linger in its reams.
The story book of unknown realms, of lands beyond the seas,
Lies tilted now upon the lap and rests upon the knees.
The words a blur to untrained eyes, yet pictures show the tales,
Of prince and princess, dragons foe, and dreadful knights in mail.
And as the sleepy eyelids droop and book begins to fall,
A valiant hero dreams his way to enter into all.
(One of my favourite things- to instill in children a love of good literature)