The Saturday Kid

I was the Saturday kid

Who lived for the movies,

That magic arena

Where fantasies play.

I rode on the prairie

And dived in the ocean,

Then stayed in a rapture

The rest of the day.

I swung through the trees

When I heard Tarzan calling,

Those ivory hunters

Were landing their plane.

But with moments to spare

All the elephants joined us,

And the baddies slunk off

Empty handed again.

I was out on the prairie

With the posse behind me,

Those outlaws were running

From robbing the mail.

I rode up behind them

And fired my pistol,

To a man they surrendered

Then I locked them in jail.

And as the house lights came on

We all rushed  for the exit,

Still riding my stallion

I was out on my own.

I flew with the hawk man

And sailed after pirates,

A kid went to the movies

But a hero went home.

Copyright©Alan Gilbert 2011.