the autumn breezes crackled like a jolly carnival bonfire, in the pleasant park
as I felt a daydream coming on … and so I left you reading: Don Quixote
and, softly, drifted into billow branches and pulled the leafy quilt up to my chin –
casting … the people who crossed my path … back to days of yore:
the lads with laughing plans to seek their fortunes, roving the land,
the mother dressed in white, holding tight, to the hand of the princess child,
the damsel, patiently, waiting for her fairy tale to begin … with love’s first kiss …
and you, from out of nowhere, a knight in shining armor … sans horse … or armor
ready to carry me away, down the golden leaf trail and back to our books and bills,
and wee garmhacs … that keep us imagining happy ever afters … and
a world that is as peaceful and warm and fair and noble, as a child’s bedtime story
notes: posted for Poets United.
garmhacs: Irish for grandsons.
photos: #1 - 1527 Woodcut of a Knight in Shining Armor
#2 – Story Book Park – W. Bourke
© 2015 Wendy Bourke