Question

Had the place lost its 'magic' for the post ? If so, how ?

Answer 1

Answer:

When I was seven

We went for a picnic

Up to a magic foresty place.

I knew there were tigers

Behind every boulder,

Though I didn’t meet one face to face.

When I was older

We went for a picnic

Up to the very same place as before,

And all of the trees

And the rock were so little

They couldn’t hide tigers or me anymore

is this the poem