Born.

I was born to catch dragons in their dens

And pick flowers

To tell tales and laugh away the morning

To drift and dream like a lazy stream

And walk barefoot across sunshine days.

I was born to find goblins in their caves

And chase moonlight

To see shadows and seek hidden rivers

To hear the rain fall on dry leaves

And chat a bit with death across foggy nights.

I was born to rub my hands in dirt

And walk green hills

To plant corn and make bread

To build a house strong against the wind

And to live free across sunshine days.

I was born to watch owls in dark forests

And hear coyotes cry

To feel trees tremble and the grass sleep

To taste cold air and smell the damp earth
And watch ghostly shapes disappear across foggy nights.

James Kavanaugh