Schoolyard Stories
At lunchtime all the boys would gather round
Tell us another story, they would say
And I would wonder, why they wanted me
With nothing in my head, nothing today
Still I’d start and before I knew it, hey
Out the tale would come, so easy you see.
Arms clasped on their knees, sitting on the ground
Looking at me to start ; words to foray.
Sentences begin to flow, follow me
Their eyes locked, their ears cocked, all in dismay.
Well into the story, the more I’d play
With their imagination, let run free.
I wonder what was in their heads, as I
Contrived, I so shy, epics, my oh my!
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