Thought...

God made a world out of his dreams,

Of wondrous mountains, oceans and streams,

Prairies and plains and wooded land,

Then paused and thought, "I need someone to stand on top of the mountains

To conquer the seas, explore the plains and

Climb the trees, someone to start small and grow,

Sturdy, strong like a tree." and so...

He created boys, full of spirit and fun,

To explore and conquer, to romp and run,

With dirty faces, banged up chins

With courageous hearts and boyish grins.

When He had completed the task He'd begun,

He surely said, "That's a job well done."