Like beauty born in spring
are men of mystic kind;
the songs these poet's sing
create a Celtic mind.

A poet's book, to start,

His stories flow like water,
He writes, till the work is done,
He’ll hide behind the dark clouds,
Waiting,
Till every

She raveled and unraveled me
from tales she told beyond the sea
with glitter seaweed, moss and vine
she told me them and they

Storytellers tell tall tales

Tales of adventure

Tales of horror

Tales of science ficton and fantasy

I am a storyteller

It

A Man Named Jim

On the corner sat an unshaven ,elderly man
With a "please help" sign in his hand
"Not another homeless