There is a realm where fantasy and life combine
To be captured in a poet’s written line
Where blooms the fragrant blossom of yellow-green
And the scent of lemon trees is often seen
In this land he seeks his brightly feathered quill
As into story-tales time and magic spill
The pen that captures the ever youthful heart
While recounting sagas that reveal his art.
As Isambard created worlds powered by steam
So Will captures the imagination’s dream.