descriptive poem about olden days |
Baby dragons sitting in the palm of my hand Growing up to be guardians of the land Taking flight on silvery wings Watching and protecting all things Remembering a time long ago When kings and queens roamed castles, Playing in the valley where bluebells grow And happy children lovingly chase damsels As I sit upon a dear papa's lap I try so hard not to take a nap My papa puts in my hand a nest Full of eggs in a slumbering in rest This was the very first time I saw Three large gray baby dragon eggs We kept them away from the law Who thought they brought the plagues I watched them hatch into the world Sparkling dust around them swirled The magic of it caught me unaware I gave them all the love I dare Over the years we grew up side by side Watching everything change aroiund us Playing together by the hearthside I knew my friends were not monstrous As adults we stayed together You laid new eggs to hatch by Easter I took a wife who bore me a son We are all one family my airborne cousin The years go by in a rapid pace My children have grown, my beard turns white You, my friends, have seen the changes to my face The youthful day turns into the elder's night Baby dragons sitting in the palm of my hand Growing up to be guardians of the land Watching as I take my final sleep Crying over a heartache so deep |