Last Fantasy Poem by Barry Middleton

there was a land of innocence
that I left long ago
where fantasy fulfilled desire
a place I used to know

and it might be a jungle swamp
where dinosaurs could roam
or deserts in Arabia
that nomads call their home

on other days I found myself
on prairies of the west
defeating outlaws on the run
where six guns were the test

and once I built a rocket ship
that flew around the moon
until I heard the dinner bell
that called me home too soon

the sacred waters gently flow
into the world of care
the rites of passage must be met
and I would take the dare

so boyish dreams are faded now
I've wandered far and wide
the final challenge waits for me
beyond where stars abide