Lava

On the walk to school, we had
To jump from time to time,
Avoiding red-hot lava
Which could turn our shoes to slime.

The lava was invisible
(At least it was to me)
But Henry saw it all
Down to the tiniest degree.

On high alert for danger,
He gave warning when a leap
Would prevent us both from sinking
Into places dark and deep.

Though there isn't a volcano
For ten thousand miles around,
In a boy's imagination,
There is plenty to be found.