Mayapples green in forest’s shade, <br /> Victim of a boy’s imagination. <br />Stick sword in hand, leafy enemy he slays, <br /> Victory the boy’s destination. <br />An army of mayapples in the wood by the stream, <br /> In silence they mass their attack. <br />With his sword as he stands, through the fog of the dream, <br /> With his bravery he drove them all back. <br />None witnessed the fight, or his terror and might, <br /> He surveys the great victory he’s known. <br />As the sun starts to fall, his mother now calls. <br /> And to dinner he hurries on home. <br /> <br />6/20/05<br /><br />Gary Bryson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mayapples/
