Legoland Birthday Magic

In this episode, Legoland Birthday Magic . . .
By: Patrick Ball and Gemini

Good morning! A grand notion, a fanciful spree!

Let's twist up a tale for all folks to see!

From Carlsbad, California, the clouds they did gleam,

On LEGOLAND wonders, a birthday dream!

Young LUCA, the lad turned precisely six years,

With JULIAN, his brother, dispelling all fears!

A baggie he clutched, with small figures inside,

For trading and swapping, with a joyful stride!

But then! A new twist, a high-energy spree!

Forget little figures, let the youngsters run free!

In overcast skies, the LEGO bricks gleam,

But birthday boy LUCA was living a dream!

Not just Luca, oh no! Two pals joined the fray,

Young JULIAN, seven, to brighten the day!

And their curly-haired buddy, aged eight, with a giggle so grand,

Plus, one little lady skipping close at hand!

No slow strolls or glances, no careful, soft tread,

This crew was a whirlwind, right out of their head!

Like Zappers on race tracks, they zoomed and they flew,

A blur of bright colors, for all folks to view!

They dashed past dragons, the boats on the tide,

With leaps and with bounds, nowhere left to hide!

A wrestling here, tumbling there, full of glee,

Like trying to catch chickens, for all eyes to see!

Their parents watched, with a smile and a sigh,

As their youngsters zipped past, was that super-fly!

“Keep close!” called Mama, “Don’t wander too far!”

But their speed and their wiggles were up to par!

Young Luca led charges, with laughter so bright,

Through LEGO-made forests, in glorious light!

They climbed up towers, then slid down so fast,

This birthday adventure was built to outlast!

One moment, a glimpse, a Mini-figure trade,

A quick little swap, and they resume the parade!

But then – WHOOSH! – they were off, in a blink and a stare,

The trading forgotten, they hadn’t a care!

It wasn’t the figures, the treasures so small,

But the running and chasing, that thrilled one and all!

The giggles and shouts, what a musical sound,

Pure energy bursting, all over the ground!

From DUPLO delights, to the lands mighty grand,

This boisterous brigade swept over the land!

No time for slow browsing, no time to peek,

They were living full throttle, it felt like a week!

So if you saw kiddos, a colorful streak,

A-zooming and zipping, like lightning so sleek!

That was Luca’s crew, on his birthday, so grand,

A whirlwind of wonder, in LEGO-made land!

For youth is a wonder, you must know,

With energy bursting, wherever they go!

A birthday remembered, in leaps and in play,

“Oh, to be young!” folks would happily say!

Happy Birthday, Luca!

I'm Patrick Ball. Stay curious and ask questions. I'll see you in the next episode.

Comments

Don Hanley said…

A beautiful poem and now find a bunch of pictures and publish a Susie-like book!

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