Enchantment

• Jamie Strawbridge, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2008

At my age my friends have forgotten
What it was like to have an imagination
But I have not and will not ever
I still imagine all the enchantment.
As I draw the little fairies in my book
They suddenly come to life
As they dance around my page
They leave a trail of glitter.
The willow trees have faces
That only I can see
I hear them talk and whisper
Whisper to me.
The vine door has opened
Opened to the world
The world of enchantment
So come and explore with me.