Armed with toy sword and shield
He goes outside to play
His faithful steed, Abby the dog
Will serve him well, today.

He runs in circles about the yard
And behind the wide oak tree
Searching to the East and West
For wherever the enemy may be.

Something moving gets his attention
A daddy long-legs scurrying by
In his mind, takes enormous proportion
“I slay you, giant spider, die!”

He stabs into the air with his sword,
At the long legged monster he sees there
Running away to avoid the great topple
To surely escape from both spider, and lair.

So he continues to brave great adventure
To conquer all challenges to his domain.
Boldly he stands, sword held high
When sadly, the game is called, due to rain.

Lin Cava©