Once upon an October day,
words filled my mind and began to play.
They danced upon my imagination,
hinting and teasing me to take action.
I felt compelled to set and write,
before these treasured thoughts took flight.
I grabbed my paper and a pen,
as those first few lines slipped in.
They commanded me not to ignore,
or they'd disappear as they had before.
With words afire on my mind,
commanding my pen not to fall behind.
I wrote about a winters day,
and how my horses went to play.
My fingers flew across the page,
with the fury of a woman's rage.
I dared not let my pen fall behind,
to wait upon my rational mind.
Illegible ink lines full of meaning,
filled up the pages and waited for cleaning.
Softly silence tiptoed in,
signaling the story's end.
When the quiet claimed my mind,
with no stragglers left behind,
I knew that it was surely true,
ask and it shall be given to you.
There was an echo from my past,
a younger me, from my second grade class.
I heard the whisper in my mind,
and traveled quickly back in time.
"Remember in the second grade,
and the grownup wish you made?
Don't you know it was granted then?
All was left was "where and when".
I smiled then and bowed my head,
to give thanks for the path ahead.
I now had lots and LOTS to do,
since I'm the author and illustrator too.
Boredom Buddies was Book One,
but rest assured, my works not done.
The Horse and Pony Tales are here,
and I'll be touring far and near.
I'm reading to the kids in school,
to inspire them that books are cool.
We talk about my silly horses,
and how imagination works for us.
We may create a spotted whale,
A UFO, or a mermaid tale.
It all depends on what they see,
inside their minds and in their dreams.
Before our time together is through,
I make sure they know dreams come true.
I remind them of the wish I made,
when I was in the second grade.
Now here I am as proof to them,
to dream big dreams and strive to win.
They leave the room with their books in hand.
I can see from their faces they're still in dream land.
We share parting smiles and waves,
making it clear it was a purpose filled day.
I love to read and write and draw,
but working with them is the greatest of all.
To inspire a child is a dream come true,
and it always comes back full circle to you.
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