And so for you, my friends I add a little poem.
For the Young at Heart
by J. J. Dutra
There's a magic place so oft' forgot
Where no line is drawn between real and not
How I happened there I'll ne'er understand
But I found myself in Elften-land.
T'is seen on the horizon at dawn's first light
To those with perfectly fearless sight.
Most often they laugh then call you a fool
Whimsy and mirth are a favorite tool
An elf will tell you we don't comprehend
What it means to have an Elften friend.
A slight disbelief and they won't appear
Then the magic words you'll never hear.
With them you meet the most bizarre
as you journey beyond the farthest star
They live in a realm between time and space
And you'll never find a more wondrous place
The deeper you go the more shallow it gets'
And to catch your fancy there's a variety of nets
Elfs sprinkle stardust in your eyes
And have you laughing at all their lies
So if you're around when an elf comes by
Ask him to teach you how to fly.
