A Far Off Land
I once dreamed of a far off place
A land where I was free from my own home's brace
Where the ocean shines like diamonds
Where I can watch the world from the highlands
Fairies would fly from the trees
While I would fly above the breeze
Then on a boat I would see the pirates
The mischievous sailors with their stolen jewels and bracelets
Mermaids and Indians would surround the sand
Their calls to one another sounding like a marching band
And a boy tells me something grand
This place is called Neverland
This isn't what I would call my best poem but you be the judge.