A short poetic story about two young boys who stayed true to the dreams of their youth. |
Pale Dale May 28, 2009 A kid came from the temple We called him Pale Dale He was pale of course, and very strange But I liked him anyway His voice was calm His eyes were gray His hair fair, His brain insane For his ways were strange, I swear today He’d carry a knife Scared me to death We’d play pirates, every day And desperados, such we were We’d trample ants and shoot blue-JAYS And hide in caves, and search for gems My memories of the days long gone, I treasure dearly now I’m old But not everything that I remember Is kept inside of my heart’s door For some things did give me nightmares Things we saw, things we felt I believed, as did my friend Monsters exist, and they like pirates But Dale was calm, no doubts about it "dont you worry," he used to say "One day we will fly away And never know what held us captive. For we geniuses know better than to go to school, and write stupid letters we the prisoners must have patience we will fly away one day, relentless" And so we did, one april dawn A plane we built, massive and drawn We were both twenty and were both bored Of this saddened life, in this saddened world The village shrank as we ascended The monsters could not keep us surrendered Good bye my friends, Goodbye Dale's church Goodbye school, goodbye unjust Goodbye monsters, move on I must I'll take my stand, and welcome the dusk I'll never miss you. Your lives are blanks. God knows I tried to make you understand. note: I'm only nineteen and this isn't supposed to be great quality; i did this for fun. My idea is that the narrator and dale had bigger dreams than what their village wanted for them, and if it wasn't for Dale's courage, the narrator wouldn't have had the drive to built the plane.Two brans are better than one. And the mosnters are of course the grown-ups and their stupid rules. Ascending and watching the village shrink while the narrator and Dale are in the plane symbolizes the feeling of relief that comes from freedom. I know it feels great to take off on any plane, but the sad thing is that no matter how good it feels it will only come down once again, once it reaches a certain destination. IN my imagination, Dale's plane is more than a plane; it is a magic portal into a different world, a different style of life where the impossible can be possible and anything you consider a dream can be reality if you truly want it enough. I was inspired by reading Dr Seuss's stories; they all rhyme. |