I am a magic feather,
Forever floating free.
I land on children's pillows,
When they have dreams of me.
They rise to a surprise,
Happy smiles full of glee.
For the colours of a rainbow,
Are displayed all over me.
A treasure to forever keep,
A memory made of gold.
When children awake from sleep.
A dream on which to hold.
Great poem Shaun..very imaginative....another one to share with my niece! It's definitely a terrific feathery dream inspired ten from me!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thank you Dominic for your kind comment and I hope your niece enjoys it too, take care both of you..