The Story Basket
'So? You sell stories?' quipped the passer-by
'Nay sir, I TELL stories', said she
'What's in a story?' he mused
She could tell from his look,
He was confused
She rose
And gently led him to the 'Story Basket'
He gazed with a gleam in his eyes
There were stories of all sorts, of all kinds
And she spoke
'I sell not just a lore
I sell so much more
I give them wings, so they may soar
Soar so high, into the sky
I give them fins to dive deep
Into the oceans where the pearls sleep
I make them sail across the seas
I give them the language of the bees
I sell not just a lore
I make them Explore
I tell stories of courage, of humour
Of strength and wit and Valour
I hang some tales on their cribs
Put them under their pillows
I stuff some in their toys
so they may know
they can be so much more
I sell hopes, dreams.'
Picking up her basket, she said
Yes, I go door-to-door
Dear son, but I sell not just a lore
I sell them much more
I sell them much more
