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!