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Encouraging a love of reading and the wonders of the imagination.
Magic Lark
The land’s like a quilt from my view up here
as I soar on a current, wind pressing feathers
close to my head. I feel like a train in the sky.
I’m called a lark and there’re stories I’m magic
because of my song and my flight. But stay patient;
I’ll share a secret you'll know from now on.
There’s a door in my head labeled imagination
I open when days go too slow. It keeps me smiling,
leads where I want it to, no matter how far away.
I’ll give you the key to the door of your own.
Take a walk, read a book, close your eyes.
It’s up to you - turn the knob and make magic.
Copyright 2003
W. Wright
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