On the school bus we did ride,
Up and down, from side to side.

The apple of my eye was she;
I flourished in her company.

Ballet slippers? I couldn’t dance,
But that was of no consequence.

Jack and the Beanstalk was our tale;
Through endless dunes we blazed a trail.

And softer than a kitten’s nose,
The sawdust rose and fell and rose.

From home to school we made our tracks,
And then one day we made a pact:

To be best friends as long as time,
And she remains within my mind.

For she is me and I am she,
Imagination! Light and free!

—
For Linda Kruschke’s
Paint Chip Poetry Prompt #23