Darren White Poet Free verse

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Of Kings and Kids - Collaboration With White Wolf

A Brothers White Production


Skipping through the tall dry grass
memories of childhood flood back
the summer of youth a distant cry
as mudlarks face an early sun

On my back in the grass, as I read
stories of kings and knights
wind caresses my hair, whispers
an almost forgotten song

Dragonflies circle above in the sky
mesmerised by their flight
I am transported far back in time
lost in these pages I now breathe

And I am a boy again, plastic helmet
cardboard sword; brave and strong
we run around fighting each other
and invisible low-life enemies

Dragons appear in front and rear
Swooping down breathing fire about
But they are no match for us
as we slay them one by one

Those days, where grass was our universe
where friendship lasted a lifetime
and we would forever stay young
-deep in our hearts we always will be-

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August 16, 2017 
Copyright © White Wolf and Darren White

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Ram R. V. August 23, 2017 at 5:24 PM Nostalgia! An evergreen motif. Well done, Darren & Co! Ram Darren White August 23, 2017 at 11:41 PM Thank you, Ram :)

Joanna Daniel August 17, 2017 at 7:22 AM Amazing childhood memories, White brothers:) Darren White August 18, 2017 at 12:42 AM Yeah Jo :) Thank you!

Sara Ella August 16, 2017 at 9:52 PM This brought back all the wonderful memories of summer days- beautiful collaboration you two! :) Darren White August 18, 2017 at 12:40 AM Thanks Sara <3

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart August 16, 2017 at 12:38 PM This is gorgeous guys, my inner child is gripped, shaken and risen to the surface, palpable. Faving this. xomo x2 Darren White August 18, 2017 at 12:40 AM Thanks ma mo

Patricia Cresswell August 16, 2017 at 12:11 PM A soft and gentle rhyme brought happy tears of memory of grass and endless days. This is a beautiful write! Thank you both Darren White August 18, 2017 at 12:38 AM Thanks Patricia :)

Lin Lane August 16, 2017 at 6:46 AM How wonderful is the imagination of a child, naïve, innocent, and the power to slay any dragon. Thank you both for taking us back to the days when we could only imagine... Darren White August 18, 2017 at 12:37 AM Thank you Lin, I love how Budge and I did that :)

Tim Smith August 16, 2017 at 6:00 AM : ) ... awesome guys Darren White August 18, 2017 at 12:37 AM Thanks my friend :)

Gregory Richard Barden August 16, 2017 at 5:12 AM Wonderfully whimsical and charming write, that brought me far back to my childhood, pretending to be Sir Lancelot, Captain Kirk, Illya Kuryakin, John Glenn ... really enjoyed this, Darren & Budgie - keep up the great work! Darren White August 16, 2017 at 5:36 AM Thanks my friend, nice times :)

Jan Allison August 16, 2017 at 3:04 AM what wonderful memories Darren and Budgie and I felt I was part of your poem with the dragonfly line lol -A fabulous 'brothers white' production -I'd give you a standing ovation but as that's not practical its into faves for me:-) hugs Jan xx Darren White August 16, 2017 at 3:06 AM Thanks Jan, it's sweet isn't it :)

White Wolf August 16, 2017 at 2:46 AM Thank you, Duir! ~~~/|\~~~ Darren White August 16, 2017 at 2:57 AM You are welcome Budgie :)