Dragons Breath (poem) by Lily of Lough Neagh a.k.a C. Dennis-Woosley on AuthorsDen

Dragons Breath
by Lily of Lough Neagh a.k.a C. Dennis-Woosley → (All Poetry by Lily of Lough Neagh a.k.a C. Dennis-Woosley)
Rated "G" by the Author.

Save

Follow Share on Facebook

Children live in a world of magic and wonder. It is up to us not only to abate their fears, but also to spark their imagination and creativity. ~Lily of Lough Neagh~

Dragons Breath Little ones oh tell me please With these blocks I dump for thee Whilst rainy day do capture thoughts And move you to your building blocks Whilst thunder booms a terror drum And lightening courses sky so glum Willows limbs outstretched like arms To grab at thee with graveyards charm Fear not although you squirm and squeak We’ll take these blocks which are unique And next to settee we will build Our little kingdom which reveals Whilst storm doth rage and wind doth moan And pelting rain doth touch our home We build our castles high and strong A moat to stop the charging throng With glee and laughter fear no more For we are strong for evermore Settee mountain range shalt be And rug afore us deep blue sea Dragons breath be fought with swords Our knights be strong for they do forge And smote the dragons at our backs And catapult arrests attacks! Smiling laughter storms forgot Fires warmth at hearth doth brought And now old Sol hath come to shine Rain now dripping off the vines Scurry now and pick them up Away with blocks their magic touched And greet the noon of summer day For now comes time for thee to play Storms are gone the Knights hath won Dragons gone and so thee glum Kingdoms safe thine enemies gone Our fortress held for we are strong Carolee Dennis-Woosley July 21, 2012

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

Reviewed on January 16, 2014

Thank you for sharing this imaginative account, Carol. Your "tale" would (does) appeal not only to children but to those who have retained their childlike wonder. Thank you. Love and best wishes to you,

Regis

Reviewed by pat medlin

Reviewed on October 29, 2012

this is an awesome old style piece of imaginative work...kudos to you

Reviewed by Diana Legun (Reader)

Reviewed on August 14, 2012

There is music in these words that the youngest of children will be able to hear, without knowing the literary meaning of a single one. ~~ Diana

Reviewed by Morgan Merriweather

Reviewed on August 9, 2012

amazing, when a child's imagination is prompted it's a beautiful thing.

Reviewed by Diane Miller (Reader)

Reviewed on July 25, 2012

What a wonderful story for a child to remove their fears

Di

Reviewed by D. Vegas (Reader)

Reviewed on July 22, 2012

Carol, Imagination is the key-Enjoyed,thank you.

Deborah

Reviewed by Gail Delaney (Reader)

This is a great way to distract your children when things make them afraid. It teaches them they are secure and you're there to protect them. Reading, I always read to my Mattie

Gail

Reviewed by Mark Huntsman (Reader)

Oh hey this is so cool. We have a daughter Megan she is 3 and we do a lot of floor play with her and read to her Lilly. Maybe you should write a children's book? That would be cool too, you are so talented in everything you do.

Mark

Reviewed by Edith Wilde (Reader)

I remember playing with blocks, my brother and I. He never let me use the blue ones they were his favorites. It is so important we make our children feel safe and teach them to read.

Edith

Reviewed by S Bergerac (Reader)

Wonderful Lily in beautiful old style. Again you build blocks for children to erase their fears.

I bow and tip my hat to you

Cyrano

Reviewed by Jane Noponen Perinacci

Reviewed on July 21, 2012

There's a blessing that comes with teaching children to use their imaginations. This is lovely!

Love ya!

Jane

Reviewed by Kate Clifford

Love it and the energy expressed throughout it.

Reviewed by Terry Rizzuti

Very nice imagery, Lily. Enjoyed it.

Reviewed by Vivian Dawson

Build your castles...and the dragons
will come *Carolee* with their breath
for protection...riches of the ageless

Lady Vivian

Reviewed by Ed J.

So long ago and far gone are the days that the world was whatever we wanted it to be. It is a precious gift of childhood to imagine and belive. Wonderful prose.

Stay well and keep writing
Eddy

Reviewed by Budd Nelson

What a beautiful world to grow up in with you for a mother and grandmother protecting the wee ones from what rages without.
Budd

Reviewed by Gert van Weenen (Reader)

You are the most wonderful grandmother in the world.
I can see you sitting on the floor with your grandchildren and doing these things to make them forget their fears till the sun breaks trough.

This is really fantastic Carolee

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton

That is an amazing piece of poetry and besides that, it is magic within the little ones. To built, from block, a way to allay their fears of a particularly bad thunderstorm is a Godsend. It helps the little ones be creative and therefore their minds won't be so wrapped up in fear that the house is going to crumble and everybody die! I applaud you. Stand. Take a bow.

Reviewed by Ed Matlack

Ah to be a kid again and play with imaginary dragons & such...the only person I am able to play with is my imaginary friend and he has not been seen by for three days now...;-)e