The Great Easter Egg Hunt
March 19, 2015
The Brothers
March 19, 2015

The Trip

I rock your cradle and make you smile,
If I push a little harder, we could travel miles.
We could fly through the window into the sky,
Float into the blue, up very high.
Over towns cities woods and seas
Castles and mountains hills and dales,
Oh, what memorable memories and happy tales.
We’ll fly with the birds leaving for sunnier climes;
Listening to the church bells chime.
Then float on clouds and see the sun sink at dusk
And view fine colours as the rays end the day.
Returning home, helped by a sudden warm gust
And into bed with a bottle, which for you is a must.