On Top Of The World

And I recall that look upon his face

Filled with awe, excitement, wonderment and pace

As my heart quickened and began to race

He’d take me to other worlds, into outer space

The stories he told me

As I sat upon his knee

How a tiny acorn grew up to be

A mighty, majestic oak tree

From wicked witches to princess’s

Wilderness turning to paradises

Oblivion to welcome oasis

Smiles on children’s’ faces

Parched and hungry for more

Lapped up stories by the score

Famished, starving to explore

Wanting to be filled to the core

Pushed through time and space

Holding on with due grace

Waiting to emplace

Yearning to embrace

My past is my present

My present will be past

My future will be history

I give this to you, my legacy

I feel on top of the world

Into the realms of space I’m hurled

Blown by a fantasy of tales

Come, follow me along my trails

© Andrea Hale