The world is waiting, his dream to pursue.Alexander’s Journey: The Boy Who Dreamed Big

Alexander, the Schoolboy King

In the dusty yard, where we all play,
A boy named Alex leads the way.
Not just games of tag or ball,
He dreams of empires, great and tall.

"Let’s play war!" he shouts with pride,
"You're the Persians, I’ll decide!"
With sticks as swords, we all agree,
But Alex fights like he's meant to be.

He climbs the trees, he scales the wall,
Pretends he's mighty, ten feet tall.
"One day, I'll rule the world, you’ll see,
A leader great, that’s meant for me!"

His notebook’s full of maps he’s drawn,
Of lands to conquer from dusk to dawn.
While others study sums and rhyme,
He’s planning battles, biding time.

Our teacher sighs, “Sit down, my boy!”
But Alex grins, a spark of joy.
For in his heart, he knows it’s true,
The world is waiting, his dream to pursue.Alexander’s Journey: The Boy Who Dreamed Big

In a quiet town, beneath the sun’s warm gleam,
Lived a boy named Alexander, with a mighty dream.
While others ran, carefree in the fields,
He imagined armies with swords and shields.

With books in hand and maps in sight,
He’d study the stars in the pale moonlight.
For Aristotle’s words would guide his mind,
To seek new worlds and leave none behind.

“Come play!” the children would call to him,
But his vision burned, fierce and grim.
“Today we play as kings and knights,
I’ll lead the charge and win the fights!”

With sticks as spears and rocks as gold,
He’d divide the spoils, so brave, so bold.
He’d tame wild horses in the yard,
Saying, “No task is ever too hard!”

One day, a steed of untamed fire,
Bucephalus stood, a creature of ire.
The villagers gasped, “Leave him be!”
But young Alexander said, “He’s meant for me!”

He saw the fear the horse did feel,
And spoke in tones, calm and real.

“Don’t fear the shadow, trust my way,”
And Bucephalus followed without delay.

This boy, not yet a king or knight,
Showed the world his courage and might.

In games of war and lessons deep,
He’d dream of lands he vowed to keep.

“Father says I’ll conquer all,”
He’d write on scrolls in his quiet hall.

“From Macedon to seas unknown,
A throne so vast will be my own.”

At school, his friends would laugh and cheer,
As Alex spoke with voice so clear:

“I’ll lead armies, I’ll cross the sand,
The world will bow to my command!”

The teachers frowned, “Dreams are fine,
But finish your sums and stay in line!”

But Alexander, his gaze so high,
Dreamed of empires that touched the sky.

Through dusty roads and fields so wide,
He marched with dreams he couldn’t hide.

His friends played knights, but he played king,
Imagining courts where bards would sing.

At night, when stars lit up the dark,
He’d whisper softly, “I’ll leave my mark.

No mountain too tall, no sea too vast,
I’ll carve my name, and it will last.”

The other boys would tease and jest,

“Alex, you think you’re the best!”
But deep inside, he knew it true,

That greatness called, as dreams often do.

From a schoolyard boy to history’s page,
He grew to lead and to engage.

Though battles lay far in the years ahead,
The seeds of greatness were firmly spread.

So remember, young dreamer, as you play,
Greatness begins in a simple way.
For Alexander, once small and spry,

Changed the world with his dream to fly.




The Path to Glory

From schoolyard games to distant lands,
The boy grew strong with guiding hands.
His dreams took shape, his vision clear,

A king was born, his time was near.

With sword in hand and men behind,
He marched ahead with a fearless mind.

Through storms and sands, he claimed the earth,
Proving his greatness from humble birth.

The world would echo his mighty name,
A schoolboy's dream, now endless fame.