Painting by Anna-Louisa Flint aged about 5 at the time.
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By moonlit night
she wakes and wanders
the wild wood path adorning
so seldom glimpsed by human kind
shimmering through the dappled light
she wends her way along the creek
her eyes with stars aglimmer
reflections from a sighing pool
only the open mind can see.
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A small girl hurries dreamily
a summer garland in her hand
knowing there is a unicorn
in noon-day's heat she's singing
and lo the singing draws her nigh
to answer childish dreaming
their wishes realized
the garland round her neck lies gleaming
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Believe the tales that children tell
the truths we have forgotten
drink deeply from the unspoilt well
and drift into the world once lost
to marvel at it's splendour.
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