The Time Traveler- A Poem

by Dana Van Wie

The middle of a great big bed

A little boy so brave.

Hidden among the blankets tossed

Maidens he must save.

A bowl for his helmet

His toy sword, strong and true

He slays furious dragons

His sword plunges through and through.

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Pirates blockade a peaceful island cove

Evil, their intent.

To banish this wicked lot

Through stormy seas he's sent.

A

 flying of a canon ball

The fracas, under way.

Our steadfast little hero

Determined, saves the day.

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A World War II fighter pilot

In a bomber way up high

Chasing enemies to and fro

Through gunfire he must fly.

The daring little bombardier

Cunning and, oh, so quick

Shooting, dancing among the clouds

Off each adversary he does pick.

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Dusty Stetson sits upon his head

High up on his steed

A cold hard gun rests his hand

With stealth he must proceed.

His goal to capture Jesse James,

Villain of the West

From a scoundrel who fears no law

Our hero gets no rest.

Chasing the rascal day and night

Over dusty trails they roam

A shoot out at the OK Corral

Jail now is Jesse's home.

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Time for bed, my Tiny Time Traveler

It's late, as you can see.

Go to sleep, another day now ends.

No maidens left to free.