JUST FINISHED A CREATIVE WRITING GROUP AT DANCE DIMENSION. ONE CLASS WAS CHILDREN PRE-SCHOOL TO GRADE 3. I HAD EACH OF THEM ALL CONTRIBUTE TO GROWING A STORY. IT ALWAYS AMAZES ME WHAT THEY COME UP WITH. HERE'S THE RESULT INSPIRED BY ALL THEIR PRECIOUS THOUGHTS
Once upon a time there was a full moon in my backyard.
It was all I could see. A neighbor who never saw my moons told me to look to the sky.
When I looked up I saw not stars but the most magnificent dragon,
wings unfurled, blotting above with a blanket of black..
I should have run as people did when there be dragons.
I should have been in awe of him as I was with the moon.
Instead I felt bad, felt sad, felt everything but glad,
for the dragon wore a frown, not a snaggle-toothed sneer.
A spear jutted out from between his teeth.
Then the moon and the dragon were gone, like that.
Days past, the world turned, I could feel the earth rotate beneath my feet.
Once upon a time there was a crescent moon in my backyard.
It rest, one point anchored to the earth, beside a fountain.
This was no ordinary fountain for it reached high into the sky, far beyond the clouds.
Water sprayed from its spouts as if it was raining all over the world.
It rained on the dragon’s wings and he clumsily landed on my lawn,
a splinter of a spear remained between his lips.
I should have run as people did when they were face to face with a fire breather.
I should have feared the fire behind his stove, hot breath.
Instead I felt his need and my need too, and I reached out and patted his armored head.
Then the rarest sight of all, rarer than dragons and backyard moons,
a dragon’s tear fell, just one, that dried up on the dragon’s hot scales as soon as it was.
Should I call for my parents to rush us to hospital, a veterinarian or whoever cares for dragons?
Alas there are no such things, so with a sorry on my lips and a plea to not be burnt toast,
I grasped the spear and with both hands pulled it out.
Another tear, perhaps for the sting of his wound, perhaps for being a dragon to start with,
Once upon a time there was a full moon in my backyard.
It was all I could see. A neighbor who never saw my moons told me to look to the sky.
When I looked up I saw not stars but the most magnificent dragon,
wings unfurled, blotting above with a blanket of black..
I should have run as people did when there be dragons.
I should have been in awe of him as I was with the moon.
Instead I felt bad, felt sad, felt everything but glad,
for the dragon wore a frown, not a snaggle-toothed sneer.
A spear jutted out from between his teeth.
Then the moon and the dragon were gone, like that.
Days past, the world turned, I could feel the earth rotate beneath my feet.
Once upon a time there was a crescent moon in my backyard.
It rest, one point anchored to the earth, beside a fountain.
This was no ordinary fountain for it reached high into the sky, far beyond the clouds.
Water sprayed from its spouts as if it was raining all over the world.
It rained on the dragon’s wings and he clumsily landed on my lawn,
a splinter of a spear remained between his lips.
I should have run as people did when they were face to face with a fire breather.
I should have feared the fire behind his stove, hot breath.
Instead I felt his need and my need too, and I reached out and patted his armored head.
Then the rarest sight of all, rarer than dragons and backyard moons,
a dragon’s tear fell, just one, that dried up on the dragon’s hot scales as soon as it was.
Should I call for my parents to rush us to hospital, a veterinarian or whoever cares for dragons?
Alas there are no such things, so with a sorry on my lips and a plea to not be burnt toast,
I grasped the spear and with both hands pulled it out.
Another tear, perhaps for the sting of his wound, perhaps for being a dragon to start with,
or perhaps for the same reason a tear flowed from my eye as well; because aside from this
fantastic moment, this budding friendship could not be in a world
that didn’t believe in flying dragons and fallen moons.
More days past, the world kept turning. I looked up at the stars every night.
Once upon a time there was a new moon in my backyard.
No one could see it, but me but I knew it was there,
just as I knew on that starless night that I had someone watching over me.
More days past, the world kept turning. I looked up at the stars every night.
Once upon a time there was a new moon in my backyard.
No one could see it, but me but I knew it was there,
just as I knew on that starless night that I had someone watching over me.
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