THE DRAGON HUNTER by Shabetei ()
Intro for some info:
If there was a word bigger in meaning then proud I would have filled the page with that word. But instead my tribute to my Squire is about what we enjoy doing best and that is hunting dragons. The reason I am beyond proud is that my Squire (who is pictured in the thumbnail to this post) won 2nd place in a major local Karate tournament this past weekend and accelerated 6 belt levels in only a year and a half. Although I don't know if that is an average for a child at the age of now 10, but this child has a condition called cardio-myopathy. So with a seasonal touch to this story/poem I give tribute to my Squire the Dragon Hunter.
DRAGONS AND THEIR BUBBLE GUM
The wind was cold and breezy
And it’s howl was kind of creepy
My Squire and I were bundled up tight
In blankets in front of the TV
Filled with sweet treasures we hoarded
Between us a pumpkin head
The likes and dislikes now sorted
Though it was late we weren't ready for bed
As the leaves rustled outside
Along the sidewalks down the street
Crackling and scratching their way
Bringing goose bumps to our head and feet
We nibbled a bit here and nibbled a bit there
Just staring at the TV
Our legs felt like rubber bones
After our treasure hunting journey
Then suddenly in my attic's den
We heard a strange yet spooky sound
I said "Dear Squire, do you hear that?"
"Dragons must be around!"
"I'm not afraid of dragons anymore"
My proud squire did boast
"I could take one on with my bare hands"
"And have them make me toast"
So I jumped up suddenly
Exclaiming, "OK, then come with me"
"Let's find out what sounds so strangely!"
"And this time I shall follow thee!"
Up the dark stairs to the attic's den
I followed my squire tip-toeing in
Puffing up dust from black soot
Spread out under each foot
Seeing a witch's hat from Old hag Nan
And a red pitch-fork from Farmer Dan
Fell onto a bag of old treats
The kind Dragons like to eat
Then before I could reach the main switch
The sound gave me a frightening twitch
But my squire now nimble and brisk
Grabbed the pitch-fork with a leap and twist
And stabbed at the plastic bag
Knocking over the hat of Nan the hag
Pushing any and every thing aside
Exposing a place a dragon would hide
Flicking the switch to see just where
Most of the wrappings still were there
But half of the bag was gone
From what the Dragons were chewing on
Yet what I thought might be a dragon
Even the king of kings of them all
Just happen to be the wind howling through
A small crack in the attic wall
And I looked dumbfounded at my Squire
And my Squire stared back at me
And both of us in unison
Began to laugh uncontrolably
Then suddenly I stood silent
My mind suddenly felt the worst
I said "Dear Squire:"
"What if fire breathing Dragons could blow"
"The biggest bubble you'll ever know"
"And at will could make them burst!"
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meico () 12:33PM | Sun, 22 October 2006
Even without the touching intro this was more than passing good verse. The intro simply gives it a little more sparkle. It has a wonderfully jaunty rhythm and keeps the attention from start to finish. Excellent narrative poetry. Well done! Mike