In the lands of Ergoth and the city Gwynned,
A couple gave birth to a child named Ed.
"Careful you fool" the mother had said,
As the father picked up child and laid him on bed.
"Look he is fine! not even a bruise!"
Exclaimed the father sharing the news.
She shoved him aside, and took up her child,
And the damage it seemed was only just mild.
"Stay your hand you clumsy old man,
And I'll handle our child as only I can!"
So tired and sore, mother held son,
But alas the damage was already done.
When Ed was three he started to walk,
And when he was four he started to talk.
His words were garbled, his laughter unique,
Yet still his mother placed kisses to cheek.
Father, well he was often not there,
But when he was he showed that he cared.
For Father was a wizard who travelled a lot,
Doing great things, or so he was taught.
Father did tricks which made Ed giggle,
Like making him burp and make his ears wiggle.
Ed loved his mother, and he loved his father.
While Mother often wondered why she had bothered,
Keeping her husband for all these years.
She blamed him for all of her tears.
When Ed was eleven, a great storm came,
And the bright flashing lights drew him out in the rain.
Jaw all slack and eyes wide as he stared,
Ed's mother had screamed "Ed get back here!"
But thunder had struck just as she screamed,
Ed kept running and jumping and things.
A bolt of fire came down from the sky,
Striking a tree that was standing nearby.
Ed jumped and he laughed, clapped and pointed,
At the tree now on fire, and greatly disjointed.
A hungry old man passing on his way to his stead,
Wondered just what was going on in Ed's head.
The moment the crack of the tree's trunk was heard,
That man acted fast, as fast as a bird.
Diving and clutching Ed rather rough,
They tumbled and rolled, but not far enough.
Ed lay beneath the old lumberjack,
And he with the limb of the tree on his back.
With strength and heroics he hefted the tree,
Allowing Ed and himself to get free.
Gracious and worried, Ed's mother was humbled,
And offered to feed the man who's tummy had grumbled.
When Ed was fourteen, almost a man,
Father stopped coming, but not the other man.
Ed loved his father, his mother too,
But not this man, that he hardly knew.
The lumberjack was burly, and called Stephen,
And never made Ed laugh like father had done.
Stephen loved mom, and she loved him too,
Why she didn't love Father, Ed never knew.
So Ed would sit at the window and dream of the day,
Father's bright green cloak would come round the way.
Ed never travelled from sight of his home,
Stephen forbade him to further roam.
Whenever he wandered far from sight,
Ed found himself in his room for the rest of the night.
When Ed was seventeen he was sad and depressed,
Father was gone for so long, he felt so distressed.
So many things had slipped from his mind,
One image remained, watching his father from behind.
As he walked away, on that last autumns day,
The wind causing his green cloak to sway.
When something green was there for Ed to see,
He remembered his father, how things used to be.
Remembered the wiggles, the giggles the fun,
All the happy things his father had done.
Ed's twenty now, but not on his own,
Living with Stephen and mother at home.
He was out in the yard, chopping some wood,
And saw off in the distance a lone figure stood.
It beckoned for him to follow and turned,
Its green cloak showing, causing his eyes to burn.
Ed dropped the axe, and he ran fast as he could.
He ran, and he ran, deep into the woods.
The figure eluded his capture, and passed through some mist.
Unwilling to stop, Ed did persist.
Fleeting glimpses of green appeared here and there,
Ed followed excited that his father was near.
But when the fog broke, with no one before him,
Ed's happiness died, and so did his grin.
He wandered through the cold, his clothing yet damp,
When music caught his ears, and led him to a colorful camp.
