God's Youngest Explorer - Poem by ArmourQuill Hunter
Quite early in life, I was determined to ruin Satan's day.
With a few kids gathered around me, I rigorously dug away.
'He's down here and, by God's help, I'll find him for sure.'
They believed every word, but I was only four 'with my cure.'
'He's the one causing all the pain in my family and the world.'
'If it's the-last-thing-I-do I'll find him, ' I told the girls.
We tired yet my zeal was strong; I think I focused them to live.
Imagination transported me places, but all I wanted was to give.
Never did I know my sickly mom; so I grew up on the streets.
Neighbourhood kids followed me everywhere; 'that was sweet.'
Roy Rogers's nephew was my best friend at the age of twelve.
I put on plays, filmed movies, made sand castles and elves.
How I admired my Pastor Grandma, she told gospel tales best.
The Holy Spirit hugged me at four, I felt loved and blessed.
I was an explorer climbing hills- and creating things to do.
The kids and I made cardboard sleds; down the hills we flew.
Bored, once I talked a friend into asking others for materials.
I didn't like dolls but I loved to create outfits with frills.
Exuberant zeal came easily, I-did-it-all and felt 10-feet tall.
A silly commercial, of kids flying, convinced me I'd never fall.
Looking back now, guess you could say I haven't changed my game.
Still exploring, creating, climb mountains, and sharing the same.
Life's been one exploring expedition, internationally, at a time.
I still find ways to defeat the Devil, with God's Spirit divine.
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