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My True Hero
First came a block of supple sugar maple
And then the same sized piece of walnut.
Both became an immediate staple
As the toy formed precisely in my mind
Carefully choosing gouges and chisels,
Intently and diligently did I aspire
To craft a beautiful animal of Wizards,
Witches, and Warlocks desired.
The long mane would blow in starlit breeze
As he floated purposefully through the air.
A bastion savior in a child’s heroic dreams
On a virtual explosion and a prayer.
He’d save the day with a mighty roar
But as gentle as an antique teddy bear,
And when not in use he’d sit by the drawer
His true importance, mother is unaware.
He’d join me in the dark of the night
Where we’d live by the creed of justice prevails.
We’d stand purely by right, not powerful might
Where humanity can prosper without fail.
Our deeds would be for one and all,
And all for one we would be,
We’d kiss the moon and stars, and Sol
So that each person could remain free.
And twenty-two years passed in my life
Just like a twinkling in the sky.
I’ve passed my companion on to a noble fyfe
Whose honor will more than comply.
And life continues without fear
Due to simple love that will again abound.
Decent life for all will reappear
Because human nature wears that crown.
Begone naysayers and fearful few,
Your propaganda is finally dead.
Your own self worth is misconstrued
If you walk where you’re misled.
Meet your neighbor on equal ground
Smile and shake hands like with any friend.
Good and bad are always found,
So can’t we make amends?