Antics of Dream Flyers
Heroic
A stream of consciousness poem of dreamtime flying, corresponding to the oral cues and illustration of Scott C., 4th grade, Poets-in-the-Schools.
Scott tells of beginning a truce: “I’m spinning through cold, dark space. Will I ever touch ground? No, all around is only more cold, dark space. Now something jumps out at me. Yeow! A dragon maybe? But now more creatures are coming — all the guys I’ve ever treated mean. It’s like a scrimmage, except not the football flying, but the whole team leveraged against me. So I stand bravely, taller than I measure, expand my chest and, to the anger of my frenemies, say I am sorry. Now, hoping they have heard, I flap my fledgling wings — faster and faster. I’m not a bird, not a plane, not Superman, just me to the rescue of me.”
“Heroic” originally published in Antics of Dream Flyers, © 2016 Margaret Honton, Sophia Books, Pueblo, CO.
