I Am Folklore

I remember Robin Hood
And wanting to be a merry man
Although I was only a young boy

I bent sticks into bows
But the string always slipped off
Or the sticks snapped too easily

Dad solved this problem
With a green sapling, a sharp knife
And notches at each end of the bow

He fashioned blunt arrows
While I chased chooks around
Trying to pull a feather for fletches

Soon and finally armed
I spent a memorable morning
Protecting the boundaries of home

I needed something more
A vantage point where I could see
All the directions we could be attacked

So a little boy
Decides to climb the water tower
Not understanding how high it is

I became a legend
A family folkloric story
To be passed down again and again

Although not quite heroic
More a humorous tale of the trouble
A little boy with a big imagination caused

It was the day
I decided I wanted to be a fireman
At least they got to climb high towers