An Adventure in Verse

These verses were written for my great-niece and fellow artist Cameron Richards, now seven years old and a person of great talent and imagination. She and Draco have been friends for some time now.


 

DRACO & CAMERON

©Amie Hill 2017/All Rights Reserved
If you're interested in turning this into an actual book, please contact me at 

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 Draco and Cameron went out a-hunting

  For all sorts of things that they thought they were wanting,

Salvers of silver and goblets of gold,

The keys to a castle a thousand years old,

A chain of carnelians as big as your fist,

A chalice containing a magical mist,

A manticore’s tooth and a unicorn’s horn,

And a ring that was old before dragons were born,

 

 Not one of those magical things did they find,
 But Draco and Cameron, they didn’t mind,

 

They found brooks to jump over,

 And trees to sit under,

  

A cave to protect them from lightning and thunder,

A circle of mushrooms where fairies could dance,

And an odd patch of plants shaped like elf underpants,
 

They had long conversations with lizards and mice,

(The mice were quite clever, the lizards not nice,

 

For they held strong opinions on dragons and size

And the number of colors allowed in one’s eyes),

They saw clouds like potatoes, a whale and a sheep,

As they lay in a meadow, then had a short sleep,

And when they woke up, they went straight home to lunch,

With cookies and cheese, and fresh apples to crunch,

They talked of their travels, and when they were done.

Agreed that the telling was half of the fun,

Then Draco told Cam that he hated to fight,

And his very worst fear was of meeting a knight,

And Cameron told Draco a dream that she’d had

That all of the clowns in the world had gone mad,

And Draco said: “Cam, it was only a dream,”

And Cameron said: “Knights aren’t as fierce as they seem,”

And each was quite glad that the other was there,

Because that’s what friends do, they listen and care.

 

Draco and Cameron went out a-hunting,

But they found they’d forgotten the things they were wanting,

For the finest of treasures, from here to world’s end

Is the comfort of knowing you’ve got a true friend.