For a gorgeous little girl who reminded me what it was like to be a kid again and how to dream in a world of magical and fantasy. Thank you Noa! And to her mum Jenny for making it possible.
I went to Disney with a friend,
Oh, we had massives of fun.
It was absolutely freezing cold,
But in blue skies shone the sun,
Faces of little ones light up,
Watching the afternoon parade.
Seeing all the different characters,
Good and bad, but don't be afraid.
Go on rides for young and old,
Or you can dress up like a fairy.
Rides that are gentle and calm,
Rides that are fast and scary.
People arrive from all around,
People queue in different places.
Waiting patiently for their turns,
People of all different races.
You stand and you observe,
Rides with people screaming.
In fright or in happiness,
Getting off with faces beaming.
Quick, time to rush back round,
Back in line you must stand.
Unable to contain your excitement,
Holding on to her little hand.
Running through the park,
Right over to the terror lift.
Our favourite ride of all,
Through the queue we drift.
What a magical place,
Where tantrums are few.
A place of true happiness,
Where dreams come true!
Poem © 2016 Kellen Foord
Sunday, March 13, 2016
Friday, March 4, 2016
Silhouettes
The small silhouette of a girl,
Sitting all alone under a tree.
Keeping her thought to herself,
Oh how wonderful to be free.
The silhouette of a man,
Not a dollar to his name.
Boldly he told his story,
One that found him fame.
The silhouette of a Navy Soldier,
Standing over a polished grave.
A fellow Lieutenant lost at war,
A man so strong, a man so brave.
The silhouette of a musician,
Busking down the street.
People stopping to listen,
Dropping coins at his feet.
The silhouette of an author,
With a pen tight in her hand.
Her imagination keep flying,
Publishing contracts she wants to land.
A silhouette of a mother,
Gently cradling her baby.
What will the future hold?
He'll be president maybe.
The silhouettes you see,
They all have a story.
Go ahead and listen,
Let them speak with glory.
Poem © 2016 Kellen Foord
Sitting all alone under a tree.
Keeping her thought to herself,
Oh how wonderful to be free.
The silhouette of a man,
Not a dollar to his name.
Boldly he told his story,
One that found him fame.
The silhouette of a Navy Soldier,
Standing over a polished grave.
A fellow Lieutenant lost at war,
A man so strong, a man so brave.
The silhouette of a musician,
Busking down the street.
People stopping to listen,
Dropping coins at his feet.
The silhouette of an author,
With a pen tight in her hand.
Her imagination keep flying,
Publishing contracts she wants to land.
A silhouette of a mother,
Gently cradling her baby.
What will the future hold?
He'll be president maybe.
The silhouettes you see,
They all have a story.
Go ahead and listen,
Let them speak with glory.
Poem © 2016 Kellen Foord
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