Adventure Awaits
A Poem about the childhood imagination
From the rise of the morning sun
until we felt the chill night air,
my brothers and I would play
Throughout our big backyard.
with our small house residing
high atop a hill
Below were fields and forests
with many places to explore.
in the forests, many paths
From years of children wandering through.
we’d pretend we were adventurers
like Indiana Jones,
Swinging from vine to vine
to save our friends.
deep in the forest
A long, shallow pond,
with banks made of mud
and water dark and murky,
Marking the edge of our yard.
close to the muddy shores,
there lived a little island
Just big enough for three.
we’d become pirates,
running from the law,
Collecting booty
and this abandoned island,
became our new home.
We’d fish there for hours
go inside as it got late
our imperfect faces coated
In sweat and dirt,
longing for more adventure.
the fields also had paths,
Where we learned to ride our bikes.
we’d become racers,
our bikes became cars,
Racing around the tracks
until we wore ourselves out.
at the edge of the field
Were sandstone mountains,
multicolored and beautiful.
we were archaeologists
Climbing these mountains,
in search of fossils
Or carvings in rocks
At the end of the day
off to bed we would go
into sweet dreams
and happy thoughts
knowing that when we’d wake
adventure awaited us again.
About the Creator
Secret Permenter
Hello! I am a 21 year old college grad just looking to get my voice out there whenever I can!
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