Daniel's Dragons

This story which now I tell,

Is about a boy called Daniel,

Who I know quite well.

Now he didn’t tame lion’s,

As he sat in their den.

Instead this Daniel,

Was quite fine with a pen.

He could draw a fast race car,

Or a fair boat from afar,

He drew fluffy white rabbits,

And nuns in their habbits.

But the best drawings dreamed,

By Daniel, Artist Supreme,

Were of dragons that flew,

In skies made of blue.

For Daniel did feel,

That, somewhere,

Dragons were real.

Because on days that were sunny and bright,

He saw a sight that would cause you a fright.

He sometimes saw that way up high,

A flight of dragons flew in the sky.

Reviews

[Emily]

This was so good. The rhyming scheme is something I've never been able to nail down without it sounding incredibly cheesy. I'm really interested in seeing your progression with this. How old is your brother? Will the rest of the book be in poetry form? I hope you continue with this!

[L. C. Rhodes]

Sorry for the late response! I still need to do the illustrations, but I was planning to make the whole book in poem form.

[L. C. Rhodes]

My brother is now 6