Poem

THERE IS A LAND

There is a land,
A marvelous land,
Where trolls and giants dwell.

Where witches, 

With their bitter brew,
Can cast a magic spell.

Where mermaids sing,
Where carpets fly, 

Where, in the midst of night.

Brownies dance,
To cricket tunes,
And ghosts, all shivery and white, 

Prowl and moan.

There is a land
Of magic folks and deeds,
And anyone
Can visit there
Who reads and reads and reads.

Leland B. Jacobs