dragon tail
The Singing Dragon
I think a dragon lives at flat number four
sometimes I hear her singing through the door.
I’m sure she sings all through the night,
keeping her voice low, so as not to fright.
Sitting out at the window looking up at the moon,
she lowers her lashes and feels the tune.
Starting down at her tail and rising up from within,
her song takes her over, causing quite a din.
At day break she stops and gets ready for bed,
cleans her many teeth, and tucking in little Ted.
While she sleeps through the day letting her vocal chords rest,
I know for tonight she will be singing her best.
So when the moon rises and your head hits the pillow,
outside the leaves stir and the wind blows the willow.
Listen carefully for the dragon singing her tune,
when you’re all wrapped up, like a cocoon.
That song you hear now could be dad having a snore,
or it could be the singing dragon at flat number four.
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for my little people
spelt sourdough baby dragon tail
cityhippyfarmgirl 
What a beautiful poem. I bet your three want you to read it to them over and over. You should write children’s books – you’d definitely be published. Great looking bread too. Your children are blessed! xx
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Ha! I wish CL 🙂 But thank you.
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Oh- you have my spine tingling and my ears listening for the muted roar of a momma dragon singing through the night in flat # four.
Did you write this?
Wonderful!
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I did Heidi. My neighbour upstairs was noisy one day…clearly it was a dragon, (I’m not sure how I hadn’t noticed before.)
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Hotlyspiced hit the nail on the head there. Beautiful Brydie. And that looks like it would have been one wet dough, no?
Goodmorning.
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Good morning Ms Wendy! Not particularly wet, but a wetter dough than I would normally use and a little over proved as it was so warm yesterday.
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I was born in the Year of the Dragon, so I think of myself as having dragonish qualities, and I definitely like to sing (though it is more of a bellow . . . ) Fortunately, it’s not me as I live at number eleven!
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Gorgeous poem Brydie!
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Beautiful! And I chuckled at the 2nd last line too – good to have on standby if you have a noisy snorer in the house 😛
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What a lovely poem and beautiful beautiful loaves ! xx
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So sweet indeed! I think we have a singing dragon at our house to Brydie. The noise is waaay too loud to be coming from the cat at the end of the bed, and I’m sure it’s not me- despite my current sinus infection, my husband swears it’s not him either….. The only solution is a dragon! Thanks for clearing that up sweetie 🙂
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The thing is, they are such shy creatures. Which is why you hardly hear of them…you could quite possibly have one at your house though. Lucky thing!
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Brydie, this is beautiful!
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I really enjoy reading your blog and have nominated you for the Inspiring Blogger award. To accept the award you link back to me, then list 7 things about yourself, and nominate 15 other bloggers and leave them a message that they were nominated.
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Thank you Jean, that’s really kind.
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Gorgeous Brydie! And the bread is very, very pretty as well! xx
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Love the poem and the pics!
Thanks for sharing.
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That dragon inspired a poem–did she bake your bread with her breath too?
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I’m sure she could have Alice 🙂
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You have such a way with words , Brydie.Put it in a cupboard for a couple of weeks so you are distanced from it…then edit again. Type it out double spaced,with page numbers for a childrens book …then send it off to at least 10 children’s publishers at once. Then wait ( it is just as much fun getting the rejection letters – that Willie Wonka golden ticket moment )…and you just never know.I had all these pictures running through my mind as I was reading it and that is a really good indication of a good children’s story.
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Kim, coming from you that’s such a wonderful compliment! Thank you.
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