This poem woke me and insisted I get up and give birth to it.

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…am bored," the boy said to his mother.

"Then go gaze out into the world."

"But for what shall I search?" he inquired.

"The more you open your eyes, the more you will know the beauty and wonders that surround you.”

"But I fear I may have viewed all there is," the boy argued.

"Bring me five things of interest from the forest," she demanded

"Then take those things, and make of them a tale.

Toil until eyes burn and fingers ache."

And he did.

In his stories, he created worlds.

He sailed vast oceans and fell in love with…

By Phil Gladden