I sit along the shore, mesmerized
by waves in their cyclical samba
rolling and trolling on the lake
of hopeful dreams. Screams of children
playing in the surf, scattering –
chattering in an endless drone
screeches and squeals, peels
of raucous running and splashing,
flashing sunshine from their gleeful
eyes. Skies, blue and reflective
subjected to the whimsy of wide-eyed
wonder under the spell of tides.
There comes a lull, children
amassed like seagulls, charging &
retreating. Bleating like sea birds,
indistinguishable in their spirit.
You can hear it in the children’s joy.
(C) Copyright Walter J Wojtanik – 2014
Around the neighbourhood he would roam,
saving civilisation close to home.
A boy sized TARDIS was a great deal,
(equipped with TARDIS training wheels).
Just a lad, he was glad that righting wrongs
was a noble fight, as long as it didn’t take all night!
Even young time-lords were quite punctual
as long as the street lamps were fully functional.
Science fiction, or science fact could not
detract from the popularity of this
bi-polarity. The young man, for certain no fool,
light years away from medi-school.
A dozen Doctors have transpired,
the Who’s just a boy, too young to be hired.
But let him play. He’ll grow someday
to be the Who, in every way!
From generation to re-generation,
thanks are due to the BBC station
for giving minds a chance to expand
and travel with this time-travel man!
© Copyright Walter J Wojtanik – 2014
POETIC ASIDES PROMPT #261 – “THE BOY WHO______”