FLYING FANTASY
I awoke looking into the eye of a dragon
big and bright,
Not at all scary, but filled with some distant
smoldering light,
The voice was surprisingly soft for a creature
of that size,
It asked me to climb upon her back for she told
me I was wise,
Wise enough to understand what a girl golden dragon
would say,
Then she whisked me off to some fantasy land that
was far, far away.
As we flew she told me tales of cruel thoughtless men
years ago,
Who were out to slay all golden dragons and ignorance
did show,
Thinking they would be rich with all that gold, such a
terrible sin,
For they did no know that when a golden dragon dies
the scales turn to tin.
We landed in a valley where the goblins did dwell in
years gone by,
That through cruelty and greed every goblin one by
one did die.
Not one could be found anywhere, a lesson we humans
should learn,
That cruelty and greed is wrong and a good living
we should earn.
The orcs were even worse for they even liked to destroy
each other,
Even their own parents and children, also their
sister and brother.
But elves, fairies, pixies and dwarfs who all had good
in their heart,
Would always be around if looked for to do their
helpful part.
As for dragons, she named many colours that around
did still thrive,
But she was the only golden dragon left
anywhere alive.
With dragon tears as big as a farmers small
duck pond,
She asked me to look in my world, for of me she seemed
very fond,
To seek and find a golden male dragon was
her desire,
For if I did not find one, golden dragons would
blow no more fire
In sheer joy and happiness, no longer make a
loop in the sky,
Find one in the next hundred years or her species
would die.
I awoke with a thud as she gently dropped
me on my bed,
The pictures I had seen were very clear
in my head.
Now I am asking of all those whom this little ditty
will read,
Help me look for a golden dragon for on my own
I can’t succeed.

(Millicent) Ann Margetson October 17, 2003