Poems from Tova SB

O how my pencil fills me with delight For as I do write with its leaded tip I induce feelings of love, joy, or fright On a summer’s voyage...
Once upon a time… Oh, how long it’s been since I penned those words. Magic and mystery, anticipation, a story just waiting to happen.  ...
Listen, my children, and you shall hearOf the midnight ride of 8 reindeer.In the month of December-- day 25A fat, old man gets in to drive....