The magic box!

I will put in the box

the glimmer and glint from my nanas garnet ring,
heat from the house fire blazing brightly,
the touch of mum's hand hugging me.

I will put in the box 

a blazing bright fire towering out of a dragons mouth,
a glimmer of the last break of light,
a gleaming yellow star that used to watch down over me.

I will put in the box

a scale of the last fish that was once in the depth of the ocean,
a last drop of water left on my wakeboard,
the last word out of a docking station.

I will put in the box

my most powerful hit from my  bran spanking new hockey stick,
the last wrinkle from my grandma's face,
and a full treded wheel from my motor bike.

my box is fashioned with the toughest steel titanium,
with finger prints all over the lid.
there's chains holding my magic box together, they travel from top to bottom.

I shall play hockey in my box
on the turf in the world,
and with the best hockey stars,
I'll be taught all the skills,
and be the best in the world.

By George