Imagination.
Sometimes I just stand and stare
Watching clouds upon the air
Castles, beasts and dragons fly
The clouds form shapes as they go by.

The flushed faced child with tussled locks
Plays endless games with cardboard box
My bag of dollypegs I have found
Become an army on the ground
Tiny soldiers with wooden legs
"A while longer?" he begs
When at last I ask for fixtures of my washing task.
I may not get my own chores done,
But at least I know he's having fun.
To me they hold washing on the line,
But to him their toys and thats just fine.

Books aplenty I'm sure you'll find
Help escape from a confined mind.
Beyond all limits on and on
There's nothing quite like Imagination.