Through the far lands ( a poem )

On a horse clip clop clip clop through the grass, jumping, fighting big beasts,
riding a crocodile, swishing through the river, and eating some yummy feasts.

Riding on a dragon, soaring through clouds, breathing out fire, rising higher.

Riding an ostrich, zooming through the trees, eating honey from the bees.

Sleeping on a bed, your imagination is tired, sleeping sleeping and .......riding a horse, riding a crocodile, riding on a dragon, riding on an ostrich and saying good night on your comfy cosy bed.

The far lands are sleeping, so should you, but don't forget
you can play in your dreams too.