Land Of Nod

• Marco Abad, Grade 5
• Poetry
• 2007

When the night falls, all is quite
Except for those wondering imagination,
Of our dreams.
Abording the train to the land of nod,
Where you can hear the hushing of the winds lullaby,
As you pass the lampost brightens,
While you fly through the night up to the view of the moon
Flying high with those creatures you have longed believe.
When the lampost shuts your journey ends, Brightnes shuts your eyes as you depart the train to the... Land of nod