April 1st - Love letter to an object

Love letter to an object

I had a favourite toy as a child,

We played for hours and hours.

It was dark green and brown and of hardboard and wood

And on its battlements I stood.

With cowboys and Indians and sometimes soldiers many

And I dreamed of yet bloodless courage any.

I had a favourite friend when I was young

And he was the only true one I knew

Who did not go away or move

But stood at my side, always good.

Through it all as a companion should.

I had a favourite book when I was 10

And eleven and twelve and onwards  then..

I loved, devouring from covers to covers

Of Sherlock and by Arthur and Isaac and others.

I had a favourite game to play when I was just a little boy

With marbles and a farm and model toy

Cows and pigs and sheepdogs..

Down in the country that was only over the road

And up the lane. With marbles and a little bit of fence and a plastic barn.

I had a favourite place as a child

Where I wanted to be always.

On travels and adventures and journeys

Seeing wonders and people.

Yet always safe and warm somewhat                        

When I was away, staying there a lot.

It is still there..

My favourite toy.

My favourite friend..

And book and game and place.

My imagination.

And it woke me up last night,

To write this my first poem for NaPoWriMo.

And sort of done, yet not quite right..ho hum!.. but, it’s 5am.. Can I go back to sleep now?