Smallville Poem by Denis Martindale

The planet Krypton was his home,
Until the day it died,
Then in a spaceship forced to roam
Across the void so wide...
But finally upon the Earth,
The meteors had to fall,
A fate not one had to deserve,
Yet Smallville felt it all...

The child from Krypton left the craft
That crashed within a field,
Found by the Kents, he smiled and laughed,
As if all wounds were healed...
With strength beyond the might of Man,
The Kent's world had to change,
To foster him, the perfect plan,
If somehow to arrange...

From that day on, Clark Kent was named
And raised upon their farm,
As if to have his childhood framed,
Protected from all harm...
But from his spaceship came the sound
That Clark had to obey,
A Krypton crystal would astound
And build his hideaway...

And there, within that solitude,
His fortress, stood alone,
To hear his father's voice intrude,
His life no more his own...
For fathers lead their sons ahead,
To places yet unthought,
Sometimes Clark's heart was filled with dread
Now captured, held fast, caught...

His foster parents tried their best,
Showed right things Clark should do,
To be the hero, pass each test,
Maintain their point of view...
Clark's father knew his destiny,
He trained him day-by-day,
Yet always stayed a mystery,
So many games to play...

And love, of course, was everywhere,
With conflicts that occur,
So many secrets not to share,
Yet called the Big Red Blur...
With heroes, sometimes fickle friends
And Kryptonite as well,
Life always kept him in suspense,
At times, he went through Hell...

They say time heals all wounds within,
Yet would Clark persevere?
For not all battles could he win,
Save those he loved most dear...
Yet broken hearts still carry on
When true love shines its light,
A kiss or two and fears are gone,
Then courage stands to fight...

Because he held the hero's dream,
Because he cared so much,
He faced all dangers called extreme,
Determined not to budge...
His life no more his first concern,
This world he came to love,
Yes, that's the lesson that we learn
Each time he flies above...

The secret is, he's Superman!
A hero through and through,
While I can't do the things he can,
I'll stick to him like glue!
I'll bring him down, I'll rub him out!
I'll stop, desist and cease!
Lex Luthor here, I'm without doubt
The villain of the piece!


Denis Martindale, copyright, August 2013.