Imaginary Fantasy
I grew up on the farm
Sheltered from reality
I viewed the 'real world'
Through the windows
Of 'Mother Goose'
And 'Grimm's Fairy tales'
Equal to that of my child's size
Imagination
Had its way with me
I went to the moon
Unlike the cow who jumped over it
Long before anyone had ever landed on it
I kissed the stars
And rode a cloud
All the way to my grandfather's house
Hopped on a raindrop
All the way to the candy store
I touched the sun
Without getting burned
Though in my sensible mind
I did so when it was going down
I planted a bean
Watching daily, to see if it would grow
Into a stalk
So, I could climb it like Jack
However, it never took root
And I decided I really didn't want to meet
The Fe, Fi, Fo, Fum, green giant anyway
I was the rhyme in 'Mother Goose'
And more than once
I was Mother Goose myself
I played games
With Peter Pan and Pinocchio
I wore the glass slipper
Rode the carriage
Found my true love
As Cinderella
I was Sleeping Beauty
Snow White, Rupunzel
Mary Poppin's
And once, even her umbrella
I moved on to the garden
And made a house from a tomato
Drove a cucumber bus
And parked it in the onion garage
I made a swing from twigs
And used rhubarb as a slide
And the beets cried
When I poked them with a stick
And they left blood on my finger
And the radish
Became my best friend
As I slip into a personal
And irrelevant nostalgia
I think of how easy
Imagination had its way with me
And how easy
In my memory bank
It is to recall them