The Story Teller !

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The story teller !

She sits in a carpeted room,
Weaving a fabled loom.
Tale after tale she can thread,
From the books she has read,
Or straight out of her head !
Surrounded by cabinets full of books,
Smelling of paper and of wood.
Some are bound,
Some not so sound.
Crumpled papers yellowing down.
Some are printed small,
Some are old,
Yet she knows each one down to its soul.
Often she simply looks out
That little window for a thought.
Original story she can then weave,
Capturing her audience in pensive vein.
Children love her every move,
Her acts and tricks they follow through.
Life to her characters she can bring,
Audience believes in magic, fairies and kings !
Thoughtful reality she can create
With equal ease, at quite a pace.
For what is story telling but a craft,
Creating independent thinkers is such an art.
To reach the moon a child must believe,
In possibility of reality of a dream.
The story teller arouses an interest,
Child looks up and in moon world it trusts.
Of kingdom when her tale speaks,
About ministers and leaders child’s curiosity peaks.
The numbers in her story can astound,
Children puzzle out solutions abound.
Travelogue the story teller spins,
Her audience seems to grow some wings !
Of beauty and beasts she can tell,
On cruelty and kindness she can dwell.
For what is storytelling but a craft.
Shaping our future tactfully is an art !

Dr. Guncha Gupta
7/5/19

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