An Elven girl who sat beneath a tree,
Looked up to see a unicorn so fair,
She blinked her eyes in quiet disbelief,
Then she returned the unicorn's bold stare.
To her surprise, the gorgeous creature spoke,
And bent her back to let her climb aboard,
"To ride a unicorn is fun," she coaxed,
Her hopeful voice could hardly be ignored.
So up she climbed and sat on her broad back,
With speed and grace, she ran toward a hill,
This unicorn, she was no broken hack,
The Elven girl upon her back was thrilled.
And when the ride was done, she brought her home,
And left with promises of more to come.
A/N: Here's a dream for you. Thankfully, not a nightmare this time. I wrote this in 2004. To the right, is a picture I drew of a unicorn.
© Tawn Hoffman. All rights reserved, 10 years ago
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All the Small Things
PoetryThis is where all my poems will live. This is where nightmares and dreams begin. Edit on January 10, 2014: 4 more poems to go, and then this book will be ended. Edit on February 21, 2014: The 50th poem is up. This book is complete.
