A Little Boy's Hope
His castle surveys the morning sky
before the gauntlet of daylight falls.
And stands guard, least a dragon fly by
this wooden fortress with rough-hewn walls.
Windows direct dawn's first beams of light
to a boy with a mischievous grin.
And on waking from the spell of night
the master of this realm stirs within.
A rickety outhouse guards its flanks
while a rusty smoke stack crowns its peak.
And strange symbols scratched upon its planks
welcome the innocent and the weak.
Goblins agree to keep their distance,
for fairies have vowed to guard this fort.
And aware of this knight's resistance,
demons cut their shenanigans short.
Its sheets of cardboard protect and warm,
keeping out the ghosts that feed on fear.
And built from logs, it'll thwart any storm
or the odd monster that may appear.
Every weathered board and worn-out knot
lets his imagination run wild.
And tells a story of battles fought
as its magic entertains this child.
In this shack of mostly logs and tar,
his family finds it hard to cope.
And before this knight's dreams drift too far,
poverty steals a little boy's hope.
(Rhyme)
10/30/2016
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2016
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