One time in the land of stain
Where red and white boxcars
Made up the train,
One could see, as it was plain,
That rain came from a candy cane.

The rain, you see, was striped red and white.
Big, hearty drops danced in the night.
At dawn there were puddles. Oh! What a sight!
To see it was glee and awesome delight!

The candy cane town then went away
“There’s always change” That’s what you might say.
“Where did it go?”
Let’s take a look at what we might learn
By reading a book.

Reading a book or a poem can be play.
It sends us a picture, a vision our way
To a land we can never quite know
But for that moment, it has its own glow.

And then when we share it,
A trail has begun-
A trail of friendship as warm as the sun
That laughs at the time when
The land of the stain
On the page and the paper
Soaked up “word-reign.”