My Dragon

 

A dragon lives beneath my bed, it hides there through the day

It waits until I’m all alone and all the adults gone away

 

Then at the bottom of the bed, I see its tail, uncoiling round and round

Then some golden wings, a slender neck, as if its coming out the ground

 

Its eyes are red and its breathing smoke and its teeth are sharp and shiny

When it stands aloft and then puffs out its chest, it makes my bed look tiny

 

It guards me from the nightmares, ghosts and other ghastly things

It protects me from just anything and good luck it always brings

 

I don’t know just how, that it fits out, but I ride it out the window

He fly’s so fast that I must hang on and it really makes my hair blow

 

We fly for hours, travelling the world and having great adventures

When I told my Nan she laughed so much, she nearly choked upon her dentures

 

But the dragon said that this is just the way, that adults like to act

Because it would scare them silly, if they where to know, that our dragons where a fact

 

Its only kids and pets and sometimes special adults that are allowed to see them properly

While all the fuddy duddys watch TV and would rather play monopoly

 

But its not just any boy, that gets to have a dragon, that hides beneath his bed

You must be brave and strong and full of dragon courage, and believe with heart and head

 

And know that grown ups rules don’t always make things real because science can deceive

 

The only thing that makes our dragons real, is our courage to believe

 

Ged Thompson/ Liverpool Poet and Writer