My ramblings....

Magical Places

Beneath weeping side walks
The kind that hang and drip
Their lives are green
And dreary

But you find below them
The most magical place
One of damp and faint
And mystery

The corners of your eyes become dark
There are no shadows
Only wet light
And reflections of foliage that clings

You are old, but you hope
To find pixies, or dust
Red topped gnomes unable to rust
Here is your child, you find it beneath

posted by Unknown @ 9:20 AM