Imagination (A Poem for the Grandkids)

You can find imagination, said the little elf,
It’s in a book just climb the ladder on the latter shelf,
Just brush away the cobwebs, and the layers of dusty, dust,
Now reach your hand back to the tome in all the musty must.

And in midst of every page what mystery you’ll find,
The days of blustery pirates and the loot of every kind,
They’ll blast their fiery cannonades into the southern skies
The mermaids will all congregate before your very eyes.

Then sail away we’ll travel to a dry and desert land,
Where sultans buried with their treasure in a tomb of sand,
With goblets, plates and coins of gold, fine emeralds, rubies, too,
Reflected in the diamonds, and sapphires, oh so blue!

Oh, finally to the northern woods where Thor and Odin roam,
Where raw and strong live here amongst the weathered troll and gnome,
And, Viking ship on cold North Sea seeks treasure for their trust,
The elf says it’s all in the tome in layers of musty dust!

Peter Lowell Paulson
November 14, 2013