Dreamland

This was my first poem and the one i'm most proud of. I wrote it when I was twelve.

Dreamland
By KJ Hammond

Upon my pillow my wee head lays
I'm visiting Dreamland, a place where every child plays
A wonderful land of magic and song
A world where fairies and elves dance all day long
Enchanted forests, shining ponds
Oh my beloved Dreamland
But not all of this place is, oh, so nice
Hidden in the dark ghostly caves a place for goblins and mice
Here the witches and vampires quietly creep
And sea monsters dwell in the oceans deep
But then eventually the morning sun shall rise
And it will be time to open my eyes
Back to the world of work and school
But also of babies and swimming pools
That world is nice, for a while at least
But how i'd much rather play
In Dreamland.