as always i claim all copy write laws. any un athorized copying or distrubution of this poem is aginst the lawThe Gate of DreamsThrough the oak treesover the rivers.This is wherethe fairy ring is.A place were dreams come aliveand the days never end.A fairy ring is a place so magicalthat it only shows itself to a childs eye.As we grow oldwe forget the way to the fairys ring.We forget so much that the only wayto vist the fairy ring is in a dream.For no matter how old we grow.The gate of dreams is always open.Written By. Daisy Graves