Magic Stick Poem by Andy Brookes

Trailing behind him he made furrows with a sick
ploughing imaginary fields planting Magic beans
became a knight fighting with is trusty sword
prickly hedgerow foes or beanstalk giants

then a Mage like Merlin his stick a wand
doing great deeds of wizardry.
or a broomstick flying through the midnight air
fleeing from dark spells

then a pen drawing pictures in the earth
an artist like his brother
then with his friends it became a rifle
playing cowboys and Indians

or a bow an archer on the battlements
loosing arrows into the besieger ranks.
A paddle as he white water rafted
fleeing the chasing villains

A spear to fight the dinosaurs
or the grizzly bear saving the world
with his daring do or buckling his squash
the one true knight of Arthur's tales.

Or be a fighter pilot his joy stick in hand
as he fought dog fights over the sea
dive, dive, diving with the rat tat tat
of machine guns blazing

to some it may have looked like a stick
because that's what it was old, brown and dry.
but not to the boy it was anything his imagination
transformed it into, no limits.

I wonder where did that boy go, that boy that was me.,
I miss him so.