New Ideas! Poem by Ronald Chapman

I see the light of a thousand worlds explode in my mind,
Bells begin to chime!


Beneath the surface of our minds,
New ideas are born out of time.


From dreams of rivers flowing down ice capped stormy mountains.
A water wheel begins to turn.
New ideas come to land.


Surely some revelation is at hand,
Under the cover of words, new ideas begin to stand!


The printing press echoes new ideas throughout the land.


I hear ideas coming out of a square box with a clock sitting on the night stand.


Looking through a window to the world sitting on the floor.
I see moving pictures of rivers flowing down ice capped stormy mountains.


Hey, have you heard this new musical band?
Take my tiny music player that holds thousands of
Musical bands in my hand.


New ideas!