I am the wordsmith. A literary troubadour. Take my hand. Don’t be afraid. I will show you a magical world. You can journey there time and time again. There in the pages you’ll be safe.

See the pathway up ahead in the written lovely words? Open up your heart. Be not disturbed. There in the woodland forest of a forgotten realm. No Gigabytes, no Ram. Just playful woodland Elves.

No mindless television to muddy up your mind. The world’s cares fall away, it is sublime. As Fairies fly over our heads. We kneel to drink from lemonade streams. Now where did that Unicorn get off too?

He is hiding now, it seems.

Now escape with me. In these the pages that I write. I am none but a lowly scribe. But therein lies my power. The lore of written word. Our guiding light. Our pure purpose.

Let the heathen check his Email. We have mountains to explore. Up ahead a playful monkey rides atop a dinosaur. And what is that? A volcano spewing chocolate lava towards the sun. As Icarus plummets back to earth in flames. Well, he was warned.

I can teach you to return here. Just follow me and obey. Pick up a book and read it friend. I hope to see you there.

Someday….

Phil G. Inman Sr.

May 25th 2010