A little scared of our trip last year,
to the far north-lands, the reason unclear.
Mountains, forests and an ice-cold lake,
no swimming or castles of sand to make.
Fresh air and sunshine, stars in the sky,
camping and hiking, climb mountains high.
That didn’t sound like much fun to me,
I’d rather visit a nice warm sea.
Drive lasted hours, slumped in the backseat.
We ran out of snacks, then nothing to eat.
We read a new book of funny rhymes,
I fell asleep a couple of times.
Some stories were good, some I got bored,
some I laughed loudly, others I snored.
Arriving late in the darkness of night,
waking early to rising sunlight.
First we ate breakfast then a short hike.
Had lunch with dessert, what’s not to like.
Then a museum of the natives past,
legends of old and now fading fast.
Heard some stories, we saw a show.
My favorite was of long ago,
it was of a little kid like me.
The bravest kid there could ever be.
She was the daughter of the great chief.
He died protecting all from the thief,
who flew in the night stealing their food.
And the cause of their thousand-year feud.
The girl shortened her father’s long spear.
Then roamed the forest without a fear,
to find who took her father away.
Then slay the dragon, no time for play.
I laid in bed thinking of all I heard.
Remembered almost all, details blurred.
Woke the next morning ready to go,
to fill in the blanks I didn’t know.
I went to the shore before sunrise.
I climbed on the rocks. That wasn’t wise.
Had to know if the legend was true,
then fell in from slippery shoe.
Hit the water with a splash and scream.
I floated down and started to dream.
I woke up much later warm and dry.
But there’s no sign of bright morning sky.
I felt all around for a way out.
Then saw light from something’s big snout.
I screamed and jumped, bumped my head and then,
I knew I was in that dragon’s den.
Her nostrils grew bigger, warm and bright.
Would I be cooked for a tasty bite?
She started to laugh and I to cry.
Was I to live or was I to fry?
She said “Hello” in a dragon tone.
“Glad to see you, I’m always alone.”
I was much surprised to hear her speak.
Her nature was gentle, almost meek.
Now in the brightness of her warm light.
We sat and chatted into the night.
She told me the truths I had to know.
And when she’s done burping I could go.
Dragons can wait to burp but it’s slow.
Or blow out flames with a mighty glow.
A truly bad idea, we both think.
So we waited for her belly to shrink.
We waited and waited for hours or more.
So she could shrink and unblock the door.
And when most all of her gas gone away,
I could slip out to the light of day.
By now it’s late and dragon’s still plump.
Rocks all around, I sat on my rump.
She spoke of the last to be with her –
It was the littlest dragon slayer.
“She was three feet tall and very bold,
Not much more than eight or nine years old.
She charged at me with her tiny spear,
tears pouring down, she showed no fear.
She plunged the stick in my outstretched paw.
She tried pulling it out to poke me some more.
The tip broke off; I’ve had it since then,
tucked away safe in my dragons den.
The girls cause noble though a mistake.
Her dear father’s life I didn’t take.
He chased me into the dark of night.
Belly swollen, I couldn’t take flight.
I ran and ran then climbed a tall tree.
But the brave young chief followed me.
He heard some chicks cry out on a limb.
Surviving the wind their chance’s grim.
Was the branch to weak, he couldn’t be sure.
But reached for the nest and made it secure.
He was a brave man, doing his best.
But fell to his death saving the nest.
The small girl glad to know what was right.
But she’s still very sad at her loss that night.
It wasn’t my fault but I share the blame.
Though sad, she forgave me all the same.
While in the forest the rest of that day,
we planned how to keep others away.
I promised to sleep most of the year,
hiding when there are people to scare.
The slayer agreed to spare my soul.
Keeping her friendship is my life’s goal.
She would try to visit when she could,
into the darkness of the night wood.
I gave her a claw as proof of who won –
that famous dragon slaying mission.
She wore it always and was admired by all”
I said it was now on the museum’s wall.
The dragon then shared more of her life,
her times of happiness, times of strife.
There’s never to be any flying at all.
Unless to answer another dragons call.
Said she’s free to swim under the ice,
but never when the weather is nice.
And while out for her last swim of the year.
I fell in and she found me there.
She brought me back to her cozy den,
where she’d hibernate all over again.
Our chat ended as her eyes turned red,
her tummy stirring, she warmly said.
“Please take the tip of the slayers spear,
So you can recall your time spent here.
Think of me fondly now that we’re friends.
And trust that a dragon’s love never ends.”
She finally burped, I held my nose,
but that’s how a dragon friendship goes.
Then out the backdoor and into the wood,
I ran as fast as ever I could.
Now thinking, of course of mom and dad,
the sooner I’m back the less they’ll be sad.
Then the rangers soon found me safe and sound.
They were all happy I hadn’t drowned.
Back at the camp we all hugged and kissed.
I was safe and assured I was missed.
But then all the questions that they had –
Over and over until I got mad!
They didn’t believe my dragon tale.
I showed them my proof to no avail.
It was thought that my memories blurred –
by all the stories that I had heard.
Tales of dragons and slayers in the night,
all normal causes of a child’s fright.
A doctor checked the bump on my head,
then sent me back home for time in bed.
I’m glad for the friendship of a dragon.
But all in all it wasn’t much fun.
I’ve learned new things and a good lesson had.
That a kid all alone is very very bad!
And now I’ve shared my legend with you.
Like the slayer’s, it’s mostly all true.
But if you don’t believe I’m sincere –
I’ll show you the tip of that little spear.
~:~ the End ~:~