Misty Island

• Lauren Clarke, Grade 4
• Poetry
• 2012

Arose and flew thy carpet blue over mountains, lakes and streams and through mist too. From up there, thy could see a horizon that was red, pink and green. Suddenly an island came into view with trees the colour purple. Flowers that were gold as well This island had thy under it’s spell. Thy carpet landed still, till something amazing came into view. A map that was in a tree thy got it so thy could see what clue to a treasure it may be. Thy followed it’s directions to a place where fairies showed thy the way to a bay where the treasure lays. Thy opened the chest to see what riches it held. Mist swirled around thy head and woke up in bed. But the lakes the streams could it all have been a dream?