A Found Poem by Beverly Stock
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I was a Pirate once,
A blustering fellow with a scarlet sash,
A ready cutlass and language rash;
And my black flag waved to the tearing breeze,
I was the terror of all the seas.
I was a Fairy once.
I swung in the bows of the silky oak,
And bellflowers rang to the words I spoke,
I sipped cool dews from the cups of flowers,
My days are all threaded with happy hours.
I was a Hunter once,
With my leather leggings and hat of brown,
I tracked the elk and the grizzly down;
There was naught I did not enjoy,
In the magic world of a dreaming boy.
I created my “Found” poem Dreaming Boy along the lines of a poem in the public domain Boy-Dreams by Helena Mabel Checkley Forrest (1872 –1935).