Books of worlds, worlds of books, boys and girls our story begins with
World of Boys
World of boys plopping around
Brows of boldness borrowing ground
There are bright new beginnings
when you open a book
Beneath the tree
that’s oft overlooked
Good books are quite the find
Unless looking for one around borrowed time
Beneath boredom and trees you’ve climbed
Are stories of mine
When a portal is opened work becomes bright
Opening up worlds and this boy’s life
Looking to see
but writing to speak
A world of books sitting around
courageously waiting to be bound
Creative boy you are winning!
Where should I start?
I guess the beginning
World of boys upside down
Writing to say there’s a book on the ground
We can open it up, looking to read,
or I could climb that gigantic tree
and hang with you from my feet.
While in his head he clearly said
the words you just read. But he couldn’t speak,
so all they heard was “eee eee eee”.
He escaped beneath that enormous tree
and opened the book he hoped to read.
But when he opened up the book
He looked and looked but could not believe,
there was nothing there,nothing to see.
Brown covers with white pages simply
Free of words, completely empty.
So he picked that book up, and with the pen he took up,
he began to write.
On open wishes, promises and sight,
I leave this book lost and bright
and preparing, quite possibly, a story to write.
Please be patient with me
I’m looking for insight.
When I return quietly words will reveal
a boy, a purpose, and a gift that’s real.
When he returned to the tree
Would you believe
Boy looked down
and on the ground
Beneath the leaves
Below that tree
Last seen when he was four foot three
Was the book
lost and incomplete
Lying at his feet
Weathered by both storms and life
Boy took his pen and began to write.
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