Spinning Yarns and Fables

Spinning Yarns and Fables
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The Old Man nodded his head
To the children all around
Each one sat there quietly
On their blankets on the ground
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He spoke of times so long ago
Before everything had changed
Characters that filled his life
And each one had a name
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He told of fast wild ponies
Days from the old wild west
Struggles of his childhood
When he had tried his best
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He spoke of fallen soldiers
In a land so far away
Scars that hurt his soul
That he still wears today
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You could have heard a pin drop
Amongst the quiet hush
He told each story at his pace
There was no need to rush
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You could see the age within his eyes
And wrinkles upon his face
Never did we know
It would be the last time at this place
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For way out in a golden field
We listened to stories beneath an oak
He made each word seems so real
We listened as he spoke
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But the old man wouldn’t return again
We knew he would if he was able
Today there is granite stone
Where he spun his yarns and fables