What happened to the kids who can find
a dragon in a tree
Or the sunshine that beams bright down on
Meadows that could be a battle field
Where did the swords made of wooden branches go
Has this world lost the spark we once had?
What happened to the place of wonder where all you had to have
Is an imagination
Where toy soldiers lined up
Obeying a command of a 9 year old without fear
What happened to the kid who was afraid of the dark
Having a night light by their bed side
Because maybe that kept the monster at bay
Did we loose that monster under our bed?
What about traveling space with a small blanket and a stick
That could have been our spaceship
Could the aliens be lost?
Did they run in fear from the kids who toil in
A cold classroom where they sleep
Have we traded space flight for the stars and beyond?
I can’t find anymore dragons in the trees
My swords made of the sturdiest of woods the ones that could take on
Beasts of the under ground
And now
Just rotted wood
There are no more monsters under my bed
I think they left with a stick and a sack and no more
The children who feared those monster sleep in the classrooms
Where no monster hides
We no longer can understand aliens that lived in our friends body
My communicator broke too and the UFO binoculars can no longer find
Aliens in the sky
Goodbye to all the wonders of the mind for no one remembers them
For it is all dissipating into smoke
From the dying embers of the fire we once called
Imagination
Nov 23, 2025
Nov 23, 2025 at 7:49 PM UTC
What happened to the kids who can find
a dragon in a tree
Or the sunshine that beams bright down on
Meadows that could be a battle field
Where did the swords made of wooden branches go
Has this world lost the spark we once had?
What happened to the place of wonder where all you had to have
Is an imagination
Where toy soldiers lined up
Obeying a command of a 9 year old without fear
What happened to the kid who was afraid of the dark
Having a night light by their bed side
Because maybe that kept the monster at bay
Did we loose that monster under our bed?
What about traveling space with a small blanket and a stick
That could have been our spaceship
Could the aliens be lost?
Did they run in fear from the kids who toil in
A cold classroom where they sleep
Have we traded space flight for the stars and beyond?
I can’t find anymore dragons in the trees
My swords made of the sturdiest of woods the ones that could take on
Beasts of the under ground
And now
Just rotted wood
There are no more monsters under my bed
I think they left with a stick and a sack and no more
The children who feared those monster sleep in the classrooms
Where no monster hides
We no longer can understand aliens that lived in our friends body
My communicator broke too and the UFO binoculars can no longer find
Aliens in the sky
Goodbye to all the wonders of the mind for no one remembers them
For it is all dissipating into smoke
From the dying embers of the fire we once called
Imagination
I write poems typically for each charcoal or ink work I create this is one of them