Dreaming Boy

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).

Beverly Stock is an American poet who delights in creating poetry that asks big questions about small moments, and inspires readers to revisit the little memories we so often overlook. Her work has been published by The Society of Classical Poets, The Chained Muse, Persimmon Tree, and LightenUp Online, in the UK. Visit BeverlyStockPoetry.com and BeverlyStockPoetry on Facebook.