When you were born you were never handed
The mysterious equations of life..

In your cradle you merely cried for your
Mothers milk and the bright shiney toys
That dangled above your crib

Your world was nothing more than a Pristine universe filled with playgrounds,

Mud puddles, and swinging off the old tire
That swung you into the local pond

The thrill of reeling in that first Catfish, and your freckled faced Sweetheart from the forth grade was your

Souls joy with bull frogs and crickets
Making song in your hidden cove

Truth for you was the song of creation
Pressing upon your tender mind and as you
Covered your head in that warm blanket at
Night only the smell of autumn leaves drifted you to sleep

But as the years rolled on bookbags and
School buses transported you to an outside
World

A world beyond bull frogs and splashing
Toes in the pond

A world insensitive to a mothers touch, And to bedtime stories on Christmas eve

The restlessness of the world of people
With all it's confusion and doubt

What to you was the the obvious logic
Of the love of life was called into reason
By minds who saw little or nothing in the
Slimplicity of innocence

Few wise men as it were, pay
Much heed to the humbling truths
From the mouths of babes

The cold calulations of
Arrogant teachers would surely
Test the veracity of your humble
Emotions

The beauty of all your
Golden sunsets, the smile
Of a freckled faced girl has
Been thoughly tested in a solution
In your science lab, and your childhood
Asumptions have been found wanting

But your heart would not relent
The star of your hope still burns
Within your soul

Dusty old philosophers books, and
Faithless disciples of doom could
Never match the wisdom of bull frogs
And hidden lakes filled with catfish
And the freckled faced smile of that
Forth grade sweetheart..

They can never follow your star which is
The light of your life.
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