RECYCLING MAGIC
I could always count upon my nana
When I needed baskets of fresh words.
Just picked –
So sweet –
And so delicious!
I would roll them on my tongue,
Tasting each, and every one
And I built them
Into
New and different
Tales.
The ultimate recycler,
I
Sift swiftly though
Her treasures
For each word is like a tiny bite of magic.
You can never suck the strength out of a word
As long as there are writers
Who will prize them
And lift them high
And glinting in the sun
Building steps to lift
Imagination
Higher.
Take them out,
Craft a tale
Build of them
Fun and fantasy
Build laughter.
Craft darkness
And a light to journey home by.
Shape characters you’ll never feel alone with
Then let them take the words
And build
More tales.
Wendy Anne Darling, 2016.
Another brilliant one – well done x
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Thank you! ♥
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This was wonderful, Wendy! Loved it! ❤
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Thanks, Colleen! ♥
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