Rainy Days and Dragon Ways

Rainy Days and Dragon Ways

A Poem by LynGeist
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A short poem I wrote with small children in mind. I chose the present the dragon leaves behind as something that would be easy for a parent to leave.

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It happened one dark and gloomy day,
That all the babies came out to play.
Babies you say?
Ah... but wait and you will see,
These babies are cute as cute can be.
Then they appeared one two and three
Little puff dragons, pink blue and green.
They giggled, they danced, they wiggled around,
They jumped and they bumped and they fell to the ground.
See gloomy days are their favorite kind,
Their fires too hot when the sun comes to shine.
So don't be sad when the rain pours down,
very carefully look all around.
They're awfully shy these dragons are
And sometimes they come from very far.
Their wings get tired, they want to sleep,
jump in bed, but don't make a peep.
If you are still and you close your eyes tight,
A dragon friend may visit tonight.
And in the morning when you open your eyes,
That sun will be shining up high in the sky.
The rain will have gone and the dragon too,
but look he left a present for you.
A dragon gift is one of a kind,
You never know, what they'll leave behind.
Follow the footprints on the floor.
LOOK! They go behind the door.
And there it was all Shiney and bright,
an old copper penny he left in the night.
So don't be sad when the rain pours down, baby dragons are dancing around!

© 2013 LynGeist


Author's Note

LynGeist
All feedback is welcome. I had fun writing this and it would be great to see some version of of it in print someday. Maybe you can help me out with that.. :-)

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