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Come, read me a poem that will carry me far

      On the wings of imaginary flight;

That will transport my mind to a fanciful world,

     On the soft gentle breeze of the night.

 

Come read me a poem of magical lands,

     Where the fairies cavort in the sun,

Where dragons and unicorns – creatures unreal –

     Come to life, frisk around and have fun.

 

Come read me a poem to lull me to sleep

     With a voice that’s melodic and sweet.

On the wings of your poem I’ll drift far away

     Now that my day is complete.

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Some new words for you in this poem?

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Imaginative flight:  Taking your mind to a magical place immediately, as if you've flown there by plane perhaps?  No, you can just think of this place - or dream about it.

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Cavort:  To prance or caper about - as you probably do at home.

That's what the little fairies like doing too.  Didn't you know?

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Fanciful world:  An imaginative, unreal world - such as you might see in a film about  fairyland.  Yes, you would see fairies, dragons. uniforms and many more things there - the sort of things you'd see in fairy tales in books.  Think of some you'd like to see.​

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A voice that's 'melodic and sweet': - Oh listen to me reading the poem.  You don't want to listen to a poem read by someone who has a loud, angry, shouting voice do you?  You'd never get to sleep.

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                                                                                         Josie ​​

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