“Today’s image brought back wonderful memories of my childhood. I remember being just like this little boy – minus the laptop – writing my tales. I could never wait to read them to my dear old nan. However bad they were, she always smiled and told me I’d done well. I still have one or two of those tales in my folder. Maybe one day I’ll type them up and share them with you.”
The Storyteller’s Tale
He was the storyteller
A happy little fella.
Sat with grandma, basket, and cat
He told the tale of Brown Rat
While the other kids would layabout
Storyteller’s stories would sprout
He’d write and write
A growing saga all day and night
Some village kids were naughty
Others oddly rude and haughty
Storyteller was a good chappie
Quietly tapping away and always happy
Storyteller wrote for one special reason
Tales of adventure, love, and high treason
A story was always worthwhile
To see his grandma smile
Thanks for reading my friends.
Have a great day!