The Boy

Written in 2009

 

In a land far away
Lived a boy who loved to play

From first light of day he would wake
And games imaginary he did make

Through great adventures he would roam
Whether he be a brute in a dungeon or a king on a throne

Fighting giants with his wooden sword
Even stopping for tea, but only when he was bored

Darting to and fro
Slaying foe after foe

Hiding in the secret place
When outside dinosaurs did traipse

He saved the princess from the evil witch
Bled beside soldiers fighting in the trench

Laying back on the grass he would look up to the sky
Watching clouds float and dream that he could fly

Playing all day long until dusk would fall
The porch light was turned on and mother would call

Supper was ready and it was time to come in
Falling asleep and dreaming of the day, to wake and do it over again

Reviews

[Tony]

A nice portrayal of the magnificence of youthful imagination.
I like it. I am reminded of those Sunday afternoons I wished would last forever.
Good work!