My Fantasy

In my heart I feel a stir

Gears in my head start to whirr

My eyes water and flash

Ideas round and round dash

Thoughts rush to and fro

They come they go

Some are silly some are smart

This how my poems start

Write them down very quick

Seems to do the trick

Tales of Fairies, elves and such

My soft heart seems to touch

To grandchildren my poems I read

I know this is what I need

To be happy now I'm old

A treasure worth more than gold.

Written by

61 graham j