Story World
Here in
my shadowed room
one
light spreads a cloak
across
my bed.
Outside,
the wind whines,
pulls at
the leaves on the trees,
flaps
the shutters back and forth,
but in
here the evening is still,
the book
lies open
near my
pillow, promising
adventure
and rollicking ramblings,
a hero
and his dog,
a
heroine and her speeding horse,
all
racing to an ending I must hear
one more
time
before I
close my eyes
and
venture into my world of dreams,
a
journey there and back
all the
way to dawn.
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