My magic box poem By IY
I will put in my box
The softest touch from a delicate feather,
A silky lock of Goldilocks' golden hair,
The powerful magic from an old wrinkly wizard.
I will put in my box,
A giant piece of the scorching sun,
The knowledge from the wisest man on Earth,
The raging anger from a fierce bull.
I will put in my box
An unknown planet full of mysterious creatures,
A glowing spark from a burning firework,
A trembling shiver from the bitterness of Antarctica.
I will put in the box
A crying scream, yelping for help,
A flying horse to take me over the fluffy clouds,
The 13th month where all your dreams will come true.
My box is fashioned from stars, snow and fire,
With magic on the lid and wishes in the corners,
Its hinges are the halos of angels.
I shall travel back to wonderful memories in my box,
Through amazing journeys, my first birthday or the excitement of reaching Rainbow's End,
Then come back in a time machine and land in Paradise!
