The land of Poetry

Let me take you on a journey
As you read the words, you will see.
I'm taking you to a strange land
Called"literature", created by the writing hand

There's the island of rhyme
Home to poets with no sense of time
And the island of grammar
Where spelling is of the highest matter

The water of words that supply
The need of every author by and by.
The rivers that wind and twist
Through ink and the flick of the wrist.

Its the world of imagination,
Of colours and conjugation.
In this land there is liberty
To write and be free.