Poetry by...
Jennifer Grant

Metamorphous

Once in the land of Longago....
On the shore of Nevermore
There lived a lonely dragon...
who survived medieval war...

He was caught up in a daydream
of knights and maidens faire...
because to think of other things
was more than he could bare...

His heart was pure and gentle
His spirit tried and true....
He seemed a beast of fierceness
to folks like me and you...

One day he simply melted
to ashes blown to sea....
and washed across the waters
to Abetterplacetobe...
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Twas there among the driftwood
he 'rose and flew again..
a thing of winged beauty....
an angel born to men...

To those contrite in spirit...
there comes the noble call....
there is a wounded healer
to be born within us all.

The sword of faith is mighty...
The fire of hope burns on...
even in a dragon's heart
long after he is gone....

In the Land of Happy Endings...
In a book not put to pen...
there's love and peace
and dreams come true..
for all good beasts and men....

-by jennifer grant-

This was written for Chris B...a lover of dragons...
who healed the wounded of war as a medic
in the U.S. Air Force
Thank you...love and light...

The quiet forest....

this is the quiet forest where the fairies come at night...
they tiptoe and play hide and seek and revel in delight..
they frolic in the shadows of the mossy fingered trees...
they dance around enchanted fires as naked as they please..
they love the magic of the moon...the music of the brooks.
Aye...this is the secret place...it is...that's found in storybooks.
Jennifer Grant

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