This is a poem I wrote for a friend of mine. Today is his birthday. He is now Seven, and all grown up. He told me once that when he turned seven he would be too big for piggyback rides.
Six-year-old Hero
By Melody Beerbower
He’s a fire breathing dragon
With sharp claws and massive
tail
With powerful, stocky legs
Strong enough to bend an iron rail
He’s a fearless Texan cowboy
Riding under a blazing sun
Being chased by a thousand
Indians
Armed with only one trusty
gun
He’s a Superhero with special
powers
He has the strongest force
field
He faces millions of enemies
And makes every one of them
yield
Really, He’s a six-year-old
kid
With a big imagination
Who has invited me along
To help him rule the nation
Galloping on a horse
Or sailing through the sea
So many modes of transport
All of which are really me
He opened up a world of make
believe
I thought that I had lost
Together we fight thousands
of enemies
No matter what the cost
The only cost really
Is aching arms and a sore
back
A small price to pay
For the joy of the attack
People only see a dark-haired
little boy
Getting a piggyback ride, of
course
But he’s really a
night in shining armor
Riding his galloping,
snow-white horse
