A fairytale kingdom to me
An enchanting realm to see,
Grandma was the beautiful queen
And grandpa ruled the land serene.
In memory I daydream still
Of that castle amid the hills,
In a valley nestled in a nook
Sat their farm near a brook.
As a child I spent happy times
In this land of nursery rhymes
Enchanted days I would explore
At night magical dreams soared.
Sights and sounds of their farm,
Those hours I played in the barn,
Cherished memories I hold so dear
Remains in my mind so clear.
Memories of grandpa mowing hay,
Baby farm animals at play,
Horseback riding atop the old bay,
Resting on the porch at end of day.
I can still taste grandma's fresh bread,
Smells of her kitchen fill my head,
Each meal was a masterpiece divine,
A feast of heavenly design.
So many good times I can recall
And cherished to me are they all,
Youthful adventures of a small child
With an imagination running wild.
When I wish to escape harsh reality
My mind drifts back to tranquility,
To that magic kingdom in the distant hills
Where fairytale dreams were fulfilled.
There between God's earth and sky
Where the rippling brook winds by
There is a weathered old gray barn,
All that's left of my grandparent's farm.
ŠKenneth and Ardelle Ellison
July 1, 2005
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