Jethro.

Let us go on an adventure across the lake!

I’ll row, can you bring a treasure map?

There’s a myth back home about a dragon,
One that made its dwelling in the mountains,
Protecting grand halls of gold within.

The gold runs as deep as the mountain is high.
A treasure horde gathered over many generations.
Yet there is one dragon.

A dragon with a rusted armour of iron,
And a cunning like no other - luring the unwise into a trap.

It sleeps for over one hundred years,
And casts terror on the land for over a thousand.

But it’s only a story, right?
It’s only a myth.

What a beautiful place!
Welcome to my playground.
Float with me sometime, okay?

Once in a while I like to wake up somewhere new.

I pack a picnic for two,

Put on my warm boots and coat,

Roll up my maps (taking a red pencil to mark any new discoveries of course),

And warm up the balloon.

Can we rope swing?

(I love rope swing.)

Oh if I could be on space, the things I would do!

I’d float and spin and dance and shake about!

Let’s go, I’m ready. Are you?

I packed space snacks. But do bring something to keep the sun out of your eyes....

Space,

My favourite place.

I’ll fly until I’m found,

I’m adventure bound.

Let’s take a dive, a deep dive and see beneath the sea.

Let’s uncover, get ready, discover something new in my blue submarine!

“Today,” I stated boldly to the big blue sky, “I will fly.”