When I was a child
as many children often do
thought stories of the wild
and fairy tales were true
The unicorn of fable
and the enchanted wood
with fairies always able
working magic for our good
As there the pixies play
all around the ivory tower
where the sleeping princess lay
waiting for the midnight hour
When her white shining knight
would ride upon his steed
slay the dragon with his might
and with a kiss be freed
How I long that the past
with its simple childish pleasure
throughout this life would last
to enjoy it at our leasure.
Teresa Marie 8/2/11
What about God? 
I really enjoyed this poem.
Thank you, I am truly happy that you did. God bless, Teresa