When I was a kid
the things I used to imagine
Fighting monsters and dinosaurs
running from the enemy unseen
Defending myself with
sword and shield
Hiding behind a
shed, the enemy battlefield
Or with a gun
I’d shoot the baddies
Running for cover
Hitting dirt on Saturday’s
At night I’d see things
that weren’t there
Crawling in the dark
I was very scared
Imagination is a powerful
thing
What it can do and
what it can bring
Then you become an adult
and things change
You don’t always have
the same range
But some of us
still do
We the select ones
and the few
Writers, actors,
directors
And the ordinary
dreamers
Imagination is a
tool
Used wisely you’ll
be nobody’s fool
I’m off now to
Fight monsters
Or am I the lonely
ghostbuster?
Wish me luck
wish me well
I’ve a story
now to tell
Trent Lewin
Sep 7, 2012
Beautiful and wistful.
Darren Greenidge
Sep 7, 2012
Thank you. In a wistful mood. And what a wonderful word wistful is to. Pus a smile on the face. Hope you have a good day Trent and thanks again.
Trent Lewin
Sep 7, 2012
My pleasure. Also wishing you a great Friday and beyond