Puck Farm

Puck Farm, to you, may just be a place
To me it is where my Nana lives
Where my cousins, uncles, and aunts gather
And when I was younger,
Puck Farm was filled with magic and adventure
My cousins and I defeated dragons,
Captured forts
And fought in great water balloon wars
On Christmas Eve we would wait for Santa
To visit us in the night

Now that we are older
The dragons lay dormant
The forts are abandoned
And the water stopped splashing
With every year the magic is waiting
And I hold on,
To the magic of Puck Farm