Six- year-old Hero

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