We the Mighty

childhood memories

We survey the land before us

Vast fields, deep valleys, rolling mountains

Lush and green, grass glittering with diamonds

 

And we feel the earth shake

As black cobra heads punch through the ground

Spitting clear venom, across the terrain

 

Signaling the griffins with sapphire

feathers. They dodge the crystalline ammunition

as they swoop across the valleys and fields

 

Our kingdom retreats

Each taking refuge in their hole or burrow

But we giants are mighty

 

Manning our battle chariot, glistening

Like a rosy pearl, we prepare for battle

Heavy armor weighing down our bodies, not our resolve

 

“Charge” I yell as I press down the pedal

Of my pink Barbie jeep, knocking helmets

And padded knees with my second in command

 

And we ride, slashing wooden swords

Through the air, striking down the ferocious

Blue jays as they dive for our heads.

 

But we don’t make it through

The field of monstrous sprinkler heads

Or the wall of suspended hose water

 

Because even giants need a snack time.