(For Findley – born 19.04.2016)
The dragons came again today.
They came in style, as dragons do.
I thought they’d come to eat us up,
But they just wanted to meet… you.
The sky was filled with dragons’ wings
And spiky scales of every hue.
Their amber eyes saw everything,
And glittered when they looked for you.
And the wind in the trees went woooosh, woooosh, shhhhhhh
When the dragons came to play.
They’d heard you were the bravest boy,
You seldom slept or seemed to tire,
But smiled at everything – and laughed
When they came breathing trails of fire.
Legend foretold your bluest eyes,
Sprinkled with magic, three times blessed.
And dust of stars within your heart
Meant you would master any quest.
And the wind in the trees went
woooosh, woooosh, shhhhhhh
When the dragons came to play.
They mentioned they had come before,
To barbeque us all, but when
They saw you smiling up at them
They turned and flew back home again.
They wondered if you’d like to go
Up to the mountains – you could fly
Straight to their lair on dragons’ wings,
And ride across the morning sky.
They’d make some toast with just one breath,
Play hide-and-seek behind the sun –
There were so many of their games
That you could try. You’d have such fun.
And the wind in the trees went woooosh, woooosh, shhhhhhh
When the dragons came to play.
I said we would consider that,
Though we had lots of things to do.
(It always pays to be polite
When dragons want to play with you.)
They said they’d take the greatest care,
That they would never let you fall.
They’d play some dragon games to see
How brave you really were, that’s all…
They promised not to breathe on you,
Would bring you back in time for tea.
I thanked them very much, but said
I’d like to keep you here – with me.
And the wind in the trees went woooosh, woooosh, shhhhhhh
When the dragons came to play.
One dragon tapped his claw and hummed
A little tune. He looked quite nice,
Until I asked him if he knew
You had the gift of Fire and Ice?
The dragon’s scales turned pasty grey,
“And ice?” he stuttered, blinking fast.
I nodded. You sat there and smiled.
“Good grief, is that the time?” he laughed.
You traced a pattern on your hand.
A snow storm came, icicles grew.
The dragon’s breath puffed white with frost,
His ruby tail turned wintry blue.
Snowflakes swirled, the north wind howled,
Dark clouds gathered, spitting rain.
But then you sighed a little sigh
And everything was calm again.
“It was an honour meeting you,”
The dragon bowed; soared to the sky.
A thousand wings beat after him
Into the sun. We waved Goodbye.
And the wind in the trees went woooosh, woooosh, phhewwwww
When the dragons flew away.
* * * * * * *
This poem was inspired by Findley, the smiliest, happiest baby that dragons have ever seen.
Kay Leitch
Treasure This
kaywritesheretoo.wordpress.com
Pictures: Kay Leitch, Vicki Boyd; images: Pixabay
electrik inc 