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A child’s mind and spirit need a chance To confront the boredom of unstructured time - To build, explore, to write, pretend or dance; To dream and plan for futures more sublime. But we, with anxious guardian concern So fearful that our wards might come to pain, Replace their fires with ones that do not burn Colored lights that anesthetize the brain. Our children grow and sadly we bemoan How ill prepared they are to lead us on. (You harvest wheat if wheat is what was sown The chance to harvest other crops is gone.) So let the entertainment sit ignored, And see what comes of children being bored.
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Oct 22, 2016
Oct 22, 2016 at 1:40 AM UTC
A Sonnet to the Virtues of Boredom
A child’s mind and spirit need a chance To confront the boredom of unstructured time - To build, explore, to write, pretend or dance; To dream and plan for futures more sublime. But we, with anxious guardian concern So fearful that our wards might come to pain, Replace their fires with ones that do not burn Colored lights that anesthetize the brain. Our children grow and sadly we bemoan How ill prepared they are to lead us on. (You harvest wheat if wheat is what was sown The chance to harvest other crops is gone.) So let the entertainment sit ignored, And see what comes of children being bored.
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Oct 22, 2016
Oct 22, 2016 at 1:40 AM UTC
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