Summer Dreams

A boy and his Imagination

Here sits a small boy, beside a small pond
In his had a fishing pole, or maybe a magic wand
With the pole he can catch old Moby Dick
The wand could defeat the Dragonwyck
as he moves his pole both to and fro
He wonders what might live below
Is there a sea monster lurking about
What should he do, should he run, should he shout
He wonders again as he stares into space
And a faraway look comes cross his face
Was this the site of an Indian camp
O the lost hiding place of Aladdin's lamp
Or maybe this is the very spot
Where some great battle was fought
And he sat and he thought, and his mind wondered more
Now he's a great hockey player getting ready to score
A knight, a soldier, a cowboy out west
An explorer off on a mystical quest
A doctor, a lawyer, a price switched a birth
Or maybe a world leader, yeah the King of the Earth
This little boy, like others before
Imagines such things and many things more
Then comes the call that all children hate
"Come on Daniel, we're going to be late"
And his mind wonders back and his heart starts to wane
And he hopes to return, to the pond once again