I opened the magical door and saw,
Hogwarts, and was standing next to my favourite fictional characters, as Fred Weasley whisked me to Hogsmeade.

I opened the magical door and heard,
300 Spartans at the Hot Gates screaming “NO RETREAT”.

I opened the magical door and I smelled,
The soothing scents of the summer season

I opened the magical door and felt,
The wind rush past me as I hurtled around the Roman arena on my chariot

I opened the magical door and tasted,
The last blueberry muffin in the warm scented baker’s shop.

By Laurie Scrimgeour