Away from the danger lurking down there!
My fathers approaching and he doesn’t look glad
He’s doling out discipline because I was bad
My brother lies watching from the upstairs bedroom
He’s received his punishment and knows I will, soon.
He’s laughing because my 4-year-old mind
Thought escape on the swings would save my behind.
But my father’s much bigger and quicker you see
Than any old swing that might rescue me.
In a moment, a flash, I was snatched from mid-air
And suddenly watching the ground from right there,
Bent over his knee I received my reward
For playing with matches and justice was scored.
I glanced at the lady bug within my sight
And wished upon wish I could escape my plight
Our sister had divulged our dangerous scheme
With those in authority. We thought she was mean!
Well lessons were learned on that fateful day
And swinging high in the air would not get me away.
Later my parents would recite these events
To all who would listen of my silly intent.
Well I’d like to think that I’ve learned over time
To consider the results of the thoughts in my mind
To make better choices and know in the end
What seems exciting is not always my friend
For what if the matches that we struck while at play
Leaped into flames and destroyed on that day
Our home and the lives of all who were there
This poem today, I could not share
So as bad as the punishment seemed at the time
I have come to accept, it did fit the crime.