What magic spells are written
In the words I see on the page
To transport me across land and sea
Where the winds fantastic rage,
Where all my steps are smitten
With a surge of freedom to stray
From standard scenes? What a grand new dream
Greets my waking eyes each day.
Here's the fourth in a series of eight-line poems. In this case, I don't think a whole lot of explanation is necessary - this poem focuses on the wonderful ability of stories to sweep us up and transport us to new places, times, and perspectives.
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