Worlds

I miss the worlds of my youth

The verdant green and sudden violence of the jungle where the city of Opar beckoned; its gold and gems dust beneath an apeman’s feet.

The skies full of thread and dragons on Pern where the Dragons picked their riders and spread flame through the clouds and the children of star voyagers reclaim their destiny.

The dark green mountains and forests of Darkover where what you were inside was brought forth by crystal for good or bad.

Witch World were past and future walked side by side and other dimensions called softly. Were your spirit was called to the west like in the song.

Worlds of the time trails were Baldies reined and time agents fought for our future and past and rode the great globe ships guided by magnetic wire.

Barsoom where they dying remnants of greatness cling to life and the power of your sword arm and earth bred muscles could win a throne and a princess.

Worlds that taught me wonder, worlds that taught me to look deeper than just the surface of people, worlds that taught me the value of good friends and stalwart companions.

I miss the worlds of my youth.