My Toy Car

My toy cars travelled for miles
across the bedroom carpet isles;
over the linoleum plains;
around my house and back again.

 

Its climbed the high mountain of stairs
and in my hand zoomed through the air;
sailed far across the bathtub sea;
been everywhere a car can be.

 

Its crossed the snows of duvet land
and, at the beach, crossed desert sands;
roamed through the forests of the lawn
where lives the plastic unicorn.

 

And even, in my dreams, my car
has rode on motorways of stars
to a planet shaped like a wheel;
a world of toy automobiles.