Often As a Storyteller

OFTEN AS A STORYTELLER Quite often as this storyteller bloke, I like to play on words, Seeing if it makes me to be, In a sense of being A wordy kind of fella, Or am I just a plain And ordinary wordsmith; As the user and the chooser Of what I put down On the finest parchments found. And then there is you see As it escapes from me; In short intervals be, Many tales of sad, And many tales of glad, Told by someone Of the olde school brand. For I have come to realize That of the many journeys made, In order to relate And wise wisdom words put on down, In order to bless; For there is another thirsty soul, Awaiting, awaiting! Therefore, I am at an age It is a privilege to have attained, To be a narrator so, A teller of this man’s past; And hopefully bless A listener with me words. And as we so do sit; Around the campfires of life, Where flickering embers glow And sparks dance their last request, Therefore, as we depart And go our separate ways, As you the receiver have listened, ‘Bout the many journeys made, Coming from deep within And from the soul, Of this bush balladeer bloke…. Francis Cooper - Mac