Dinosaur Landscape

A sonnet

photo by William J Spirdione

The boy’s laying in his hospital bed,
his nine-year-old body, he hardly feels.
Been waiting for visitors, hours ahead.
For dinosaur models he sent appeals.

Triassic fern forests, first dinosaurs,
Jurassic sauropod with it’s long neck,
Cretaceous plate armored large herbivores,
Little plastic models kept fear in check.

After being so sick, fears are so real,
The boy fought his own extinction event.
About a week later the boy did heal,
Dinosaurs helped, never know the extent.

The boys’ questions asked long ago still shine.
Why do dinosaurs still roar across time?