The Last One StandingA Poem by CarolynLewisPoe It is a poem about the last unicorn in the world and how people don't seem to use thier imaginations anymore. This kills the unicorns off...all but the last one standing. The Keeper of The Horn looks out over the land. The magic of the Unicorn he keeps in his hand. Searching are his eyes and frequent are his calls, Wondering where the Unicorns are, if they are at all.
They have become less abundant the Unicorns have, All because people have forgotten how to laugh. They forget how to use those things called imaginations, They fail to see its thrills, adventures and wonderful sensations! Without them working throughout their land, they fade away and die.
"If only!" cries the Keeper, lamenting at their loss. "If only the people would learn to dream! But no, imagination they toss!" They are so few today, and that they say, is why so few are truly glad. If people will use it and start to believe, then the Last Unicorn shant be so sad. They will start to come back, if dreams and magic the world no longer lacks.
But still…
The Keeper of The Horn looks out over the land. The magic of the Unicorn he keeps in his hand. Searching are his eyes and frequent are his calls. Wondering where the Unicorns are, if they still are at all. © 2009 CarolynLewisPoeAuthor's Note
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CarolynLewisPoewouldn't you like to know! ;p.....AboutHi. I'm Carolyn Lewis Poe on here. I have c h o s e n that pen n a m e because they a r e the combined n a m e s of some o f my favorite w r i t e r s, Carolyn Keen, a u t h o r of the N a n c y Drew .. more..Writing
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