By Shel Silverstein
If you are a dreamer, come in.
If you are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar,
A hope-er, a pray-er, a magic bean buyer . . .
If you’re a pretender, come sit by my fire,
For we have some flax golden tales to spin.
As a kid growing up in the suburbs, I imagined some far fetched and fantastical worlds, but I can only imagine the worlds I would have created if the woods had been my backdrop. Fortunately, the special cabin in the woods provides an opportunity for my feet and my mind to wander. As the summer slipped away, and fall took hold, our play place was a brand new adventure! What struck me on this wander was the brilliant and bold color accents and the small glimpses of creatures in motion. As an adult child, this is what I saw…
Colorful, sculptural coral reef and the scaly skin of an old and tired dinosaur, adorned with bits of lace.
A prince charming and his longtime companion (trapped by a spell in the body of an inching caterpillar)
A magical fortune telling tool. I never knew those colors existed on acorns(?)!
An entire fleet of Cinderella’s pumpkin stage coaches!
A shy little guy…
…who found his courage.
A snooty frog who thought, “Oh bother, why won’t these fools go about their day [in a British accent].”
And best of all…French tarts! Citron flavored tarts to be exact!
Did you see extinct creatures and delicious delicacies? If so, come sit by my fire! We’ve got some flax golden tales to spin!