To Heaven on Thistlecrack

The clock reached 9am and it was time to go, 

where that is, I do not know, 

an ice cream on the beach with a chocolate flake, 

as the tide rolls in

a beautiful painting this would make, 

maybe a garden with a towering oak, 

beside that a still pond – a frog will croak, 

a sunflower field – being surrounded by yellow, 

a roaring bonfire – to toast a marshmallow, 

a setting of beauty – the fall of autumnal leaves, 

a vision of wonderland – to how I perceive, 

the taste of a crunchy apple or a sugar sweet pear, 

wherever it is I may go, 

Thistlecrack take me there.