Excerpt from 1st Children’s Book, Unnamed.  From Pt.1

He lived in a modest home    
with shotgun architect.      
     
It was located at the end of Montgall Ave.,      
over around the18th & Vine district.      
     
On some nights he could hear the crowds      
coming and going, from the back door,      
over at the Mutual Musicians Foundation,      
where he could hear the maestros playing their music.    
     
     
In the backyard his mother kept      
lush fern gardens      
dripping from a rock wall,      
green and spawning,      
sweeping down a muddy lane      
down and around,      
to the old creek-bed entrance.      
     
There were trees to feel the breeze;      
where odors were thrown from the wild primrose &      
honeysuckle; the blossoms smelled      
like bright oranges      
and sweet candy,      
and there was the      
wondrous stink of the bearded iris.        
     
unplanted, ..they were there by their own accord.        
     
It was quiet, like the quietude of God's voice, where only he could hear it.      
     
     
It seemed like it was in the middle of nowhere;      
this place where he would find himself.      
     
Ben had an amazing imagination,      
with a natural inclination for the electric guitar,      
and he was determined to learn to play it.      
     
     
Ben lived in Kansas City, Missouri,      
and a very happy boy      
to be right in the middle      
of his neon kaleidoscope dream.