The Lost King

Frog eyes mud pies, and days gone by.

when I was a boy each day brought new joy, And I never knew how to cry.

Up a strawberry hill I'd climb for the thrill, and pronounce myself a king.

I'd wave my hand across the land, and command the earth to sing.

And the earth would obey and the plants would sway, and rubies would appear at my feet.

Then I'd smile with pride feeling hungry inside, and choose a strawberry to eat.

But those days flew past and I grew old fast, and now live in crumbling health.

Though I still recall being king of all, and living in infinite wealth.

Note: It should be a good exercise for the kids to figure out the story behind the above poem , The Lost King.

Written by
           Steven Robert Heine
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