Have you seen a story travel over winding dusty roads -
On the lips of the minstrel traveling through the lands,
Planting hope with the words of the wise
Have you seen a story travel through the pats of the grandma -
The myth and made-up tales - all inheritance from her wrinkled hands
Passed onto sleep-laden eyes.
Have you see a story travel from the dog-eared pages of a book -
As words become vivid images creating a whole new world of adventure
With all its lows
and highs
Have you seen a story travel on the sparks of a campfire bright -
As the raconteur weaves dreams and fears into tales that survived a million years
Under the
canopy of the forest skies.
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