One bright day in the middle of the night
Two dead boys got up to fight.
Back to back they faced each other
Pulled their swords and shot each other.
A deaf policeman heard the noise
and came to kill the two dead boys.
If you don't believe this story tall,
ask the blind man- he saw it all.
Not your typical nursery rhyme, huh? :) I will say one thing about this poem:
My entire family has it memorized and will say it in unison frequently.
From Disney princesses and dusty fairy tales found at my Nanny's house... to rhymes about dead men and songs about flying witches... fairy tales, folk lore, magic, has always been a part of my life.
And this time of year- Halloween, where ghosts and goblins and witches abound- it always stirs the pot (no pun intended) and makes my imagination run wild.
Oh, imagination. Is there anything more important to give to a child? And while my roots, my true beliefs, my foundation is my faith...
... I'll never turn down a story with a little magic.
Which is why I've so voraciously read these three novels the past three months.
All stories with a bit- OK, a lot- of magic. Wonderful, captivating stories of things we know not to be true. But when the moon is just right and the wind is howling and the leaves are changing colors and winter is knocking... just the kind of stories you want to curl up with and let your imagination run wild.