Poems from a newb ^,^

Hey heres a story I wrote too, its fairly short...

Waves Of Simplicity

The two boys lived in the house at the bottom of the hill, where the lake connected with the river. They lived with their parents, who had average jobs, and often came home too tired to spend quality time with their sons. So the two boys spent their time with each other, whether this was playing near the lake, in the orchard, or on the hill. These boys spent hours everyday playing on that old hill, searching for pirates that only they could see. Sometimes in winter they made a fort in the snow, and threw snowballs at the imaginary snow creatures that lurked in the snowdrifts. These boys were never bored, and when all was said and done, they just sat under the cloudy sky or the stars and enjoyed life to its fullest.
One day when the boy's mother came home, she asked the boys to sit at the kitchen table with her. There was a letter from the school in town, stating that in accordance with laws, the two boys must begin school in the fall of that year. The two boys were exuberant, they could go to school, where there were bound to be other children to play with. Their mother then sent them off to bed, where they dreamt of what school would be like when they started. Early the next morning, their mother woke them to go buy supplies for their schoolwork. They went into town, and found the supply store, where the aisles were long and high, an absolute maze for the boys to play hide and seek in. Everywhere they looked there were rulers that could be mistaken as swords to fight off the pirates, and boxes that could be used to make snow blocks for their snow forts. But it was not time for play said their mother, and they needed to learn to be more serious, she stated as people stared at the two children and their mother. They left the store after paying for the supplies, and then brought the two children home, after that she went back to work.
The boys spent the last few days of summer climbing trees, defeating pirates, and watching the stars. The day before school started, the boy's mother gave each of them a new set of clothes, and told them to be at their best behavior. She was entirely too busy as it were, to go to their school for disciplinary issues. As the new day dawned, both boys were wide-awake, watching the sun rise, in the opening of their window.
"I wonder," said one of the boys, "what will school be like, will it be a grand adventure, full of good and bad. Or will it be like watching the stars; peaceful and calming."
"Well either way, we're in this together," said the other boy as he stared thoughtfully out the window.
They walked to the school, where a teacher was waiting outside, to greet them, and direct them to their seats. The school was one of the largest buildings they had ever seen, with cavernous hallways bustling with people, and rooms full of life and color. It was to be their new home, a place where people were everywhere, but imagination, and creativity where somehow absent from this mixture. They still played on the, but they went there less every year because school required time even after it was done for the day, The two boys became like the other kids in that school, following the common thought processes of the day. Soon they graduated from that place of so much, yet so little, but still they did not realize. they were slowly molded into what their parents had become; drones working harder than they should, weary servants to society; they had become men.
One day as one of the brothers was sitting working out a formula for his job; he decided to have one more adventure on the hill, for old time sake. He called his brother, who had moved a year earlier into a mansion in the rich section of the city. His brother had worked until he was promoted to a high paying job with a law firm; he rarely lost a case, because he could find loopholes in anything. When the second brother arrived, they proceeded to climb the hill, where they sat and talked about where their lives had taken them.
"I miss playing on this," said one of the brothers as they stared across the great expanse that seperated them from where they had once been.
"I wonder..." hesitated the other brother, where would we be of we had not become so caught up in life, if we had lived life to the fullest, like we once did."
"I think friends, that you would not be here, you would be helping others realize how good life can be." Answered the stranger behind the two men. "You helped me realize one day while I watched playing on this very hill. I saw how carefree you both were, and that helped me realize just how crystal clear the glass in the window of opportunity can be. You see while you may have lost your creativity, and that free spirit, they can be reborn inside of you. We don't really need to tell you this; you've known this your whole life long." Said the man, though his voice sounded like a multitude speaking all at once.
"We? How" asked one of the men, the question whispered, his heart yearning to break free from the bondage and chains that life had quietly laid upon him.
The man stepped aside to reveal men, women, and children as far as the eye could see, and the mind could imagine, smiles on every face. "You see I was not the only one who was affected by your actions, millions of people were brought back to the true reality. Life is here to live to it's fullest, and now here to help you live your lives to their potential."
"We did this?" said the two brothers, tears tracing a path down their cheeks, eyes aglow with childlike awe.
"Yes, and we came to this hill where it all started, to thank you, the two that made a difference on the world. There are two near and dear to your hearts, who also want to thank you."
As their vision cleared, they looked up, to see an older man and woman emerge from the crowd. While they walked slowly, and their backs were bent from years of strain, there was a certain pride and joy emanating from the two.
"Mom? Dad?" asked the two men in sheer amazement as they rushed forward to hug their parents carefully.
"Yes, it took us many years, but after what seemed like an eternity we came to our senses, but by then you had both graduated, and moved away." Said their father, his voice layered with sadness.
The people had formed a line of sorts to thank the brothers, and though it seemed the live may never end, they did not tire for joy was in their hearts. Friends they had known for an eternity, and strangers they had met long ago stood before them, in thankfulness.
The last in line turned out to be the stranger they had met on the hill who greeted them once more, thanked them and then turned to the people who had gathered all around the hill. If these two boys could change the lives of so many with their simplicity and carefree spirit, I have to wonder why we aren't out spreading the joy and happiness from out hearts."
A cheer rang out from the crowd, three times so that all the world could hear it, and the people started marching back to their homes, where they started spreading the great story of how two young boys could change so many lives without even knowing. Imagine all of this joy starting as a wave of childhood simplicity, and escalating to affect the entire world.

Will you accept the challenge?