Fairy Tales are treasured dreams,
flights of fantasy,
Imagined and born long ago,
a childhood luxury.
Chargers, shields and armor,
castles, kings of old.
Fairies,
snow
queens,
dragons,
haunts
and heroes brave and bold.
Elves
and woodland animals,
chivalry, jesters speak
of mysteries, adventures,
stairs that often creak.
Justice reigns triumphant,
goodness winning out.
Defying evil and all wrong
Courageous right wins out.
And Oh! How lovely to believe
the dream will someday come,
As it did in childhood days
now, and yet, to come.
By Linda A. Copp
©September 29, 1970
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