The Last One Home

The last one home. I walked along the old canal, watching the fishes play, Dragged my feet and contemplate, as went along the way, Let my mind go wandering, adventures for to see, Batman, Superman, Robin hood all of those I’d be, Saying a dozen times or more, a final skim of the stone, That is why, as a kid, I was always the last one home. On the muddy wooded track, with Tarzan on my mind Pirate treasure, Aladdin’s lamp, amazing things I’d find, Squirrels jumping, from tree to tree, I’d stop and take a look, Collect a few more acorns, then paddle in the brook, Build a special secret den, where the weeds had overgrown, That is why, as a kid, I was always the last one home. Coming from my day at school, I’d always take my time, Deciding which way, I should go, and which wall should I climb, Walking up the steepest hill, just to run back down, A muddy puddle in my way, another adventure found, A bluebell picked, a daisy chain, a dandelion blown, That is why, as a kid, I was always the last one home.