One day, while lying in the grass.

The whirling stars seem to fade away
As the sun brings forth the waiting day
And the splendour of the firmament
Is pushed behind the gold raiment
The jewels, carefully stored away
To emerge again at the close of day
And Johnny lies on his grassy bed
With both his hands cushioning his head
As he looks away beyond the sun
To a life that Johnny hopes will run
To a future way up there among
The jungle worlds of this starry throng.
He will leave this poor all found planet
To make this his one chance and grab it
And to explore all manner of worlds
To sit back and watch his life unfurl
And having fought all manner of foe
To sit and observe his fortune grow
Villains caught and so swiftly punished
New lifeforms found that quite astonished
Paths through the heavens, all are charted
His faithful crew, all strong, stout hearted
Following, singing their warlike chants
All conquering. Administering grants
Bringing peace to all warring natives
Turning their thoughts to things creative
Bringing peace to each and everyone
And little children all having fun
No crazy unelected mad man
Creating war as only man can
He'd make it clear when it is done
'All of nature must be left alone'
''All seas and oceans unpolluted'
'Trees and creatures must be protected'
'The atmosphere too must be swept clean'
'And no one to treat anyone mean'
And he will tell them, when people ask
"How did all this come to pass?"
"One day, while lying in the grass -----"

Reviews

[Robert Haigh]

A wistful "pipe dream" of a poem. I can picture young Johnny lying there, dreaming his day-dreams. We can all wish and dream, but, alas, the world remains a far from perfect place. Maybe one day planet Earth will be a paradise again! I enjoyed the read.