A Child Made It So

Down the long and winding road,
O'er the fields and plains,
Stands a small and ancient abode,
A shelter from

What I Fear Most,
Looking Forward

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I look forward to the chicken noodle soup,
The bedtime stories causing eyes to droop.
Their

First light, soft and gray
slips silently through the window
and caresses your face.

I look at you, precious boy
dribble of

how i long to see the world through a child's eyes again,
to live and breathe the simple life of sun and wind and rain,
life

A MAGICAL TROLL

Once upon a time, there lived a troll;

With magical powers, could turn rocks into gold.

Born a dwarf,