I sit beneath the tall, shady tree
One hot summer day.
I read, and I read,
Treasuring this moment,
This day.
Just my book and me.
I am in my own world,
The scene beside me is not there.
Neither am I.
I am a knight
Fighting a dragon.
I am a princess,
Letting down my hair.
I am a troll,
Eating a sheep.
Though I myself am soon fast asleep.
Deerfield, IL
