I followed a bird, a sparrow or maybe a robin <br />It wasn't unheard of back in the day <br />To follow a path that hasn't already been laid <br />I followed her through twisted trees, thorn and nettle <br />To a place where man had long since forgot <br />Here slept a beast that none could have handled <br />With sword or with mace or the chain of our race <br />It slept all but silent as the birds sung and leaves danced <br />And I watched with no fear or anticipation <br />As slowly its eyes opened and showed recognition <br />Of nought but a child in sincere expedition <br />To find a place where peace truly reigns <br />I sat near its paws and wondered in awe <br />Was this really something no-one else saw? <br />For its beauty was unmatched and strength unchallenged <br />By the beasts of the wood I had found myself in <br />We talked, well I spoke and he listened <br />I told stories of lands far beyond his <br />Of warriors and stolen princesses and all other manner of tale <br />And this continued till the sun slowly died <br />And I heard calls and cries of the one I called mother <br />So soon was my adventure over <br />As I scrambled through the trees and over the water <br />I ran back home with new tales and wonders <br />But as I returned, my hair askew and dress in tatters <br />My mother was furious and wasn't bothered about such matters <br />So my story of the beast that lived in the woods went unheard <br />Until my imagination gave birth to another bird <br />Which of course being a child I followed and met new beings <br />That many others may not believe but to me they will always be <br />My very special friends, of whom only I may see<br /><br />Rebecca Pepper<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/imagination-95/
