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Carrie-Lee Touhey Poem
My dear little boy, I’ve a question, you see
Just what in this world do you want to be?
Mommy, I would like to be,
A little boy high on the sea.
In a pirate ship with adventures galore,
Burried treasure and so much more.
There’s a pirate with a patch on his eye,
Climbing to the crows nest in the sky.
He’d have a peg leg, yes he would,
On the good leg is where he stood.
Ever so much larger than me,
He would sit me down upon his knee.
Regaling with stories of the loot,
Whilst slowly tap-tap-tapping his boot.
To the sounds of music aboard the ship.
Another drink of grog he’d sip.
The ship we’re on is wooden and big.
The men around us doing are doing a jig.
He’d laugh and call me sonny.
I’d laugh too and think it funny.
The waves beneath us crash and roar
And up into the sky we soar
Bobbing up and down upon them
Over the side, I can see the bottom
As it gets dark, it gets colder and colder,
For me and the parrot upon my shoulder.
And I may get seasick and real tired, too,
So perhaps a pirate’s not the best thing to do.
Maybe I should be astronaut, yes!
I think I’d be good, I think I’d be best!
I could climb to the top of the rocket.
I would get inside and never get off it.
We’d shoot up into the sky.
I’d look out and wave goodbye,
At all the people down below.
I would feel the luckiest little fellow.
First stop, the moon, you see,
For I need to make sure it’s not made of cheese.
No, not cheese, just rock.
Perhaps we’ll go check another spot
That planet out there, Mars, I believe,
Next we’ll go there to see what we’ll see.
Awfully windy, this planet is,
With mountains around, no place for a kid.
Very red too, not Earthy green,
But that place too, I find it keen.
So back to Earth, home sweet home.
Home is where my sole can roam.
Maybe a cowboy is best, of course!
I’d get a neat hat, and ride a horse!
Giddy up!! I’d yell to him,
And crack my whip and pat the skin.
I’d wear my chaps, proud and true,
Just no telling what I’d do.
I’d ride through the valleys, up and down.
I’d be a hero and save small towns.
I’d get all the bad guys and round them up,
But that is really kind of tough stuff.
Maybe, mommy for now I should be,
A little boy, like this, you see?
“I think so too, my little love
For the only thing I want’s a son
And I do believe you’re just the one!!!”
Copyright © Carrie-Lee Touhey | Year Posted 2005
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Carrie-Lee Touhey Poem
Poems are such versatile things.
Describing beautiful skies,
Swaying trees, a bird that sings.
Babbling brooks with a crystal clear flow.
The moon in the sky and how it glows.
The way a father loves his daughter.
Whenever she fell it was him who caught her.
A wife longing after her husband,
On the widows walk praying he hasn’t met his end.
Sounds, smells, things that are putrid.
Madness, rage, feelings and hatred.
Regret, and sorrow,
longing for a better tomorrow.
Then realizing today his here,
Got to keep that head clear.
Take a deep breath, the clean crisp air.
Poems can do that to you, write if you dare.
Copyright © Carrie-Lee Touhey | Year Posted 2005
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