Okay, so this was supposed to be based on a true story. I'm not sure if it's clear what exactly it's about. If you want to see where I got my information this is the site: http://www.historyguide.org/ancient/children.html. Also, I'm not really comfortable with the last two stanzas so any suggestions would be welcome. Oh! It feels good to be posting again.
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Notebook flipped open to an empty page
Pencil in hand, eraser in range
A mess of ideas desperately waiting to be written
But yet I think to myself, "Where is my inspiration?!"
Empty, like a useless vessel, I feel
If I was really blessed with such an incredible gift
Why am I not pouring it out to the world?
Oh what a God-given gift I have blessed with!
The gift to design a world of my own
The gift to sing without a voice
The gift to fly on the wings of the wind
I don't know you
but I see your face, in black and white
and brown and grey
and yellowed paper,
torn, frayed
I don't know your name
But your pen has etched words between pages,
half-read, half-wondered,
smoothly curlicued
Hello there!
and Muskaka Avenue
I don't know you,
but there are weddings, deaths
communion, baptism,
flowers
I don't know your name
but there's someone smiling
up from brittle pages,
and a tiny television set, brand new
and black and white,
I have many a subject,
Sometimes I will in vain reject,
The things that they bring up,
Until their time is up.
My first subject is very big,
But not big enough to be a pig.
To give him sensations,
Just give him equations!
Yes, this little man loves math,
One million answers and over he hath.
He won’t even stop for a snack,
When he’s in his answering shack!
My next subject I like,
If he hears “reading” he’s up like a spike!
He doesn’t appreciate reading that’s bad,
Instead it’s to him very sad.
What are the foundations of a civilized society? Must it have a certain system of government? A predetermined level of technology? A written language? Advanced weapons?
Close your eyes and dance with me
Down the God-hewn river of time
Watch with me, come and see
Gaze on each face
Passing by as if in line
What I wouldn’t give to have seen
This land, my land,
My America, so pristine
Waiting to be settled, to be loved
What I wouldn’t do to stand
Side by side with those first few
Those brave ones who gazed
Wonderingly, and I wonder if they knew
Methuselah. It’s an interesting name, to say the least. A name which belongs to a rather obscure character in the Bible. He is probably known to most as the man with the longest recorded life span in history. He lived a grand total of 969 years; but that was really not astounding, as most people during his time seemed to live well into their nine hundreds. His own grandfather, Jared, lived 962 years. Adam lived to be 930, and Noah to 950.