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Childrens Poetry
Great for bedtime reading.
THE DRAGON WHO PLAYED SOCCER Last Saturday morning was a terrible bore. The cartoons were all reruns and I'd done all my chores. I went over to billy's but he wasn't home, and no one at tony's would answer the phone We'd usually be swimming or riding our bikes. On Saturday mornings we do what we like. So I grabbed my Soccer ball and went on outside. I thought I'd kick it, against the wall a few times. I kicked it hard once just for fun. Then something behind me blocked out the sun. I turned around and what did I see? Well I wasn't quite sure but it was smiling at me. It scared me more than a little I'd say. So I threw the ball at it and ran away. I was quite suprised when he trapped it like that He juggled it 10 times and then passed it right back. He was as tall as the house, and as wide as the wall. But man did he know how to handle a ball Now he was still smiling, which was quite a relief Considering his height, and his width and his breath and his teeth. And just at that moment he did something weird. He spoke and he said hey boy, kick it right here. Well I did what anyone in my shoes would have done. I kicked it again and started to run. He said please dont do that. I just want to play. I love to play soccer, please, please won't you stay. Well I did and I'm glad, that I decided to stay. We played soccer for most of the rest of the day We practiced or headers our passes and kicks, our throw-ins and dribbling our juggling and chips. When it was getting quite dark, he spoke again. This time I listened, with the ears of a friend. He said it was time for him to depart. and thanked me from the bottom of his Dragon heart. He said it's getting harder to find someone who'll play, and that he hoped that a league would draft him someday. He waved his short arms and then he flew. and again I found myself with nothing to do. (C) 1997, Richard C. Johns
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