Gary Bryson - Mayapples

Mayapples green in forest’s shade,
Victim of a boy’s imagination.
Stick sword in hand, leafy enemy he slays,
Victory the boy’s destination.
An army of mayapples in the wood by the stream,
In silence they mass their attack.
With his sword as he stands, through the fog of the dream,
With his bravery he drove them all back.
None witnessed the fight, or his terror and might,
He surveys the great victory he’s known.
As the sun starts to fall, his mother now calls.
And to dinner he hurries on home.

6/20/05

Gary Bryson

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