Page Two

The boy crossed the river.

The boy treaded through the tall grasses.

The boy scaled mountains,

Tumbled down hills, and walked the great flat plains.

The boy came to a shrouded wood.

Eyes pierced through the dark,

Glaring at the boy.

He did not stray from the path,

Walking deeper into the forest.

The boy had walked a long time,

And a longer distance.

The boy saw a large boulder,

Imprinted by the thumb of a Titan,

and took Rest.