About the Poem
The vivid imagination of a child came to me one night, and I found that I could see exactly what I saw when I was a little younger. When the innocence of childhood still held appeal and I could be amused with a little cardboard and a stick. When my friends were my life and my backyard was my world.
Childhood Fantasy |
| by Philip Zemler |
| The war party gallops wildly across the plain, War horns blow shrilly, sending their sharp notes through the air, Banners flutter in the wind, Gold glimmers off the foreheads of the magnificent riders And light flashes off drawn steel. In answer to the horns, the portcullis is raised The drawbridge is dropped. The children ride across their mud puddle moat And into their cardboard castle. They sheathe their wooden swords and tether their stick horses. |
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andrew
good poem, strongly yet playfully showing the mind of a child.
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