Poetry Friday

For Poetry Friday today - I bring you an original poem by Pippi.

The Old Door

The door was gray
It was rusted
It was old
No one opened it anymore
It was cold.
I was daring
It squeaked
It creaked
I pushed it open.
I was surprised to see
A knight without half his armor running after a chicken!
I looked again.
A dragon!
Fairies!
Magic!
Knights!
Royalty!
I blinked my eyes.
Then I found, it was just
A Tapestry.
I moved it back.
Another scene I saw
Of pirates
Pilgrims
Pioneers!
I stepped forth and found it was real!
But how would I get back?
No one had told me.

The Poetry Friday round-up is over at Big A little a this week.