The Greatest AdventureA Poem by devonShe roamed the sleepy streets Of a curious village In a land so very frozen Dear ol’ Santa Claus would’ve Been happy there. And in this land so frozen, She wandered until she began to talk A bit out of her head. “I could go for a lap,” she proclaimed As she stumbled upon a gem. In the whitest of snow Was a sapphire the color of oceans Upon oceans for her to swim. But puzzled she was when she grabbed it, Fore it was a doorknob, not a gem! She gave it a tug - It was only logic that if there was A doorknob, there was a door. After all, it was the sane thing to do. And she was pleased to find this true. Grand, spiral stairs met the cold Of her toes, and invited Her shivering body into its warmth. Down she spiraled for hours, days, weeks on end Until she came to a door. “This must be the end,” she dared to whisper As she traced her painted name On its wood, the color Of her favorite donkey that she’d left behind In a world that she’d never been understood. © 2012 devonAuthor's Note
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