Magic Cave

May 5, 2008
By Paige Etheridge, Stony Brook, NY

I used to reach high to heaven
The Magic Cave
I didn’t need a stairwell
Just a small ladder to compensate for height
From there I would grab my toys
So they could come down to earth to play

In the Magic Cave
My toys coexisted in a type of nirvana
Like the Greek Gods of Olympus
While still interacting with the world below

There was a connection between




But the goal was to escape
Go back to the Magic Cave
Escape the world
Through play
Through little toys
I tried to teach myself what was not understood
Creating a little girl’s hope and theory

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